Criminal

I’m criminally insane, I’ve got a lot on my brain, my life's down the drain, and I’m riding a train. The ghost has been slain, I’m using a cane, to walk on this gravel and escape from the crane. The world is corrupt, and thrown into Bane, I’ve taken more walks, down memory lane, than I care to admit, it’s left such a stain, nothing to lose, and so much to gain. I jump from the plane, I’m wrapped in a chain, I wish I could train, but life is so plain. I walk between rain, I have so much pain, I’m so far from sane, my life is so small, as small as a grain. If I told you, that life was dark, I was born in the world, so I could leave a mark, I have soulless eyes, but not like a shark, I’ve been driving for years and still nowhere to park. What if I said, that life was scary? If fantasy is real, then it shows up rarely, I don't care about cheese, but I do love the dairy, there is no smooth ride, when life is so hairy. The end of the world, is coming near, I have to admit, that the future is clear, I reek of essence, the essence of fear, I’ve been driving so long, I forgot how to steer. I’ve been trapped, in this place, I can’t defend, my mental case, for years to come, a lonely face, it’s time to be done, and finish the race.