The things that are the worst,
The anger in me I paint,
In the wall of hope I foretell,
I’m writing my examination of life,
Afraid is me in my dreams,
I’m caught by the darkness,
In the lonely island of my sadness,
I’m soundless,
Obstacles of mine I try to conceive,
I’m writing the song of tastelessness,
Soil of my mature is nature,
Part of mine is rested to the dust,
Ain’t the credit,
My life graffiti is my gratitude.