Creep

 

Anguished, diminished

A faraway laughter

Warm, yet tattered

When everyone is inspired

The seeds of doubt transpired

Finding innocence is all too sudden

Impoverished and deep in the mire

 

So, find a sign to keep going on

A person to admire

A taxi zone which never has a rider

A forlorn obituary that my soul desires

Kept in a box with no chance of escape

We search for something to break

A benevolent song that might shake

Or perhaps a love, waiting at the gate

Its cold and bleak, this world that we reap

Black and white, with no hope in sight

 

Creep.