In Red

Am I alone? On da streets shivering cold My thoughts and hopes growing old I have nothing else that can be sold Am I alone? In depressing times I drink from satans fragrant wine Sleeping alone a personal crime Walking, dreaming, Copulate a grand plan for escape Out of this tunnel Burried deep Under the sands of frosted earth I want the scent of flowers Laced over me I am alone On da streets shivering old My thoughts and hopes growing cold I have nothing else that can be told I am alone In depressing mind I drink from satans fragrant crime Sleeping alone a personal time Walking, dreaming, Copulate a grand plan for escape Out of this tunnel Burried deep Under the sands of frosted earth I want the scent of flowers Laced over me In my garden I rest and create my death bed Paint my life crimson red The end......