Cubical

I am so unattractive
With a flesh so hollow
Everyday seems to be boring
Grungy eyes through my head
Rising with all those sounds
Too foul and unnatural
I'll be killed by the grace
The last of pieces of glass
Someone sings with a tear
Shaking hands with a dead glass man
No one's care
No one catches the hand
When no one touches at all
I turn my back against the wall
My head over nothing
Pretentious boring
Life's so demanding
Pulling strings
Another dead man
All in all
A lifetime runs me by
Forward to a pathetic death
Excitement is the color of a perfect normal day
Lightning strikes
But unnecessary evil
Desperation
The ground of the void
Demonic lust to get out
Addiction to crawl