My pocket empty,
My heart is full otherwise...

The way you look at me
So wanting and friendly...

French fries and butter beans,
Macaroni and cheese...

Oh no,
It has happened again...

Veins bereft of life
Colors change throughout the night...

When I say y'all
I'm not being selfish...

When I'm with you I make no sense,
As we walk a barbed wire fence...

The waking of my spirit yawns at the light
I turn to see the sunshine as I squint my light...

A little tiny creature bit me today,
It stung a little so I tried to find a way...

Whats in my stare you ask?
Whats in the eyes behind my mask...

Taunting, daunting, little hauntings
Memories of whats past...

The keys know it,
Its not just a task...