Alone I wander
Decomposing along the path
Passers-by chuckle
At my non-existent state of health
While I meander through their obstacle course
And struggle all the way
I am their puppet
For entertainment purposes only
Thrown away into the abyss
Once they tire of my pain
I am dead to the world
But not desolate to the core
I cut off solely what is superficial
So they pass me by
And let me wallow in sickness
