"the sun never came out today"
I wake up, leaking so much blood it almost looks like make up
also with amnesia, talking with a preacher while my faith sucks
he throws the bible down, & screams hard “God’s vital clown”
“pray for his arrival now”, then hits my back till my spinal frowns
I go wow, its just cold how anyone could try to wreck me
I have been friendly while these people are acting deadly
why? I know not, if this is home I cant live on my own block
plus when will I find myself? is it after my thigh bones rot?
from all the walking I’ve done searching for answers to
who I am, which I would do again.. even faster too
see I’ve been kicked & bruised, for me there just aint shit to lose
dazed and confused, if next to gas I’d remain with a fuse
a couple of guys come, tough wise ones; their seeking shit though
we have a convo leading into them needing info
on who why when.. I realize then I’m ever too shy and
why help these 2 guys when I don’t even remember who I am
in a cold place with an untold fate, I stand here weary
where strangers smirk & danger lurks, all the damn fear tears me
its dark and eerie, its so hard to hear me talk to myself
in my head, this I said many times as I walk through the hell
I cant take this, wont make it. but then a whistle is blown
who I am still isn’t known, yet the cause for all this is shown
the sun never came out today; then again neither could I
locked up in prison.. stuck & stricken plus too weak to survive
