Lying on cold, hard floor

In confusing darkness.

Feeling chills from the door.

In all the noisiness,

The agonizing pain,

Cutting through the cool rain.

Just looking back to how

My hopeless plight transpired.

I'm doing my best now.

I'm fast. I'm sharp. I'm wired.

But I guess it's too much.

Losing sight, losing touch.

Trapped in this one body,

The pain is burning me

Until I cannot see.

What have I done so wrong

To deserve this torture?

But life is like a gong,

And even tears can't cure.

It's irregular, you see?

It's crazy, it's funny.