Can't be talking
To people walking
Down this road
I've built for them
My pockets empty
Years that left me
Stranded in this
Forsaken land
My hands are trembling
Can't be demanding
From them
To listen to this man
Sitting by the
Fire and my own
Head can't believe
That I can
Survive another
Year as a lover
Of bottoms
Of almost empty cans
Vision's foggy
My rotting body
Is denying
Another day
Don't listen to me
And to this story
That most
Won't ever call life
If the help is coming
They won't be coming
In time
To save my mind