Your hands were as cold as ice,
That’s when you’ve rolled your dice...

Another day with shackled hands,
I was sprawled on one corner...

"How would you ever wonder if one is born...
Dark thoughts filled my mind...

I’m the Deaf…
I hear all of your insults dear...

Been pacing like hell in my whole life,
Been wanting to drop onto the ground...

"Nah... I'm the writer but not the poem's...
Today of sullen mood...

All lives, see them phased out,
Lonely scars marked each trail...

"some college dude really gets into my...
It makes sense to witness your downfall...

He beats like the thunder,
Goes well with the guitar though...

She was born at twelve, one stormy midnight;
In one dark sewer, with awful faded light...

I filled my tub with my own blood,
Countless stabs, I smelled myself fresh...

The crowd paces…
The crowd drowns me with its echoes...