The hues change from black to blue
The wilt waits to bloom back
The winds withheld their shower
The gutsy stars shine with all their power
The sleeky, slimy figure runs through the woods
Flashing and ripping like the thousand nudes
Blood oozing out from scars unhealed
Whining...mourning from lips that were sealed...
Scary disrupted images in the air
Wanting to hold them with the world's despair
The slime...the scum...runs yet again
Run...hush...now...his shadow is his pain
He dies a thousand deaths with dread each hour!
His life's a battle, his breaths a war!
Fret, shame, sham "tamasha", the fowl
The dirt, the swine, a bad taste in the mouth
Run away....show not what it is to be YOU
Without a care, without any clue
It still keeps running and scurring through the jungle of life
A thousand beats....ten thousand strife!
