The cock crows it haunting sound,
calling out Apollo's painted lumminous skies,
I let out a caterwaulling cry,
fear for what today may become.
Sprawled out on a molding loveseat,
with no one to love,
I lay in utter agony,
paranoid if it will happen today.
I cringe at the blinding sunlight,
cursing it back to Hyperion,
The night doesn't last forever,
and I wish the night will swallow the sun/
Time never changes,
just into darkness,
I will grow frail,
and die in this God foresaken world.
Im sick of the poisons they feed me,
Oh please someone cut me from the teather,
so I can have my one wish- let me die alone.