As beautiful as ugly can be...
I'm a musician.
I write, trying to find out what this life really means.
I'm a painter.
I will most likely take your picture,
and change your opinion of yourself.
WASTE -lou reed
Sometimes when I'm all alone
I feel a type of fear
dawn's descending, dusk is breaking
creep my darling near.
I see my life before me
as a seamstress sees her pins
fulland linedwithfailure
and coated then with sin.
An education gone to waste
talent left ignored
imagination rent with drugs
someone who's always bored
scared to death of life itself
but even more by death
not fit company for anyone
let alone a wife
no example for a child
therefore no sun for me