Homeless

I have no home,
I have no hope,
I have no trust,
Why do I lust?
I hate the facts,
I hate my lying acts,
I hate my love,
My love for you,

I hate this place,
This open race,
I hate my face,
And it's ugly grace,
I hate the moon,
Even though it's noon,

I hate having to live on the streets at night,
No protection in sight,
This place provides too many fears,
As I try to wash away my tears,
I wish to die,
Because I'm a coward without a lie.