Yesterday was too much,
I don’t want more
All I see now is
This stone cold city,
The core of these rows
An institution of dying flesh
Joy-sterilized by apathy
Monotone death-bringing concrete
My heart barely beats
I get nauseated by moving
A soul colored like ashes
A city, a block of misery
Continuous woe
I love you
A hermit, what does this say?
A hermit wants to live alone
He can’t stand the sights or sounds of other people
I've came on one thing, there’s no place for me in this world
My book isn’t for sale, good bye!