Anthology
Tired
Feeling low,
I'm tired of being a rat!
Living among the garbage and alleyways,
I'm tired of living like that!
What did I do! I always cry,
What have I done! I scream to deaf ears.
I cry, I plead, I ask for answers.
But they still did not come.
Why, oh why! Did I live this way?
Must I be a criminal with an anguished heart?
I'm just tired.
I'm sick.
Everything is useless, everything is nothing.
I'm just tired.
I'm lifeless.
Can someone save this tortured soul?
Is there anyone sympathetic enough to save this cold man?
I'm tired.
I'm lost.
Long ago, I was sleeping in a warm bed,
With a wonderful wife, owning a wonderful life.
I'm tired of this, I'm tired of that
I want to go home, but where did it go?
How is there a middle-aged scientist
wearing of a rotten trenchcoat with rotten tentacles
get to this way, this horrible poverty,
is way beyond me.
I'm tired of the issues,
with the Katrinas and the earthquake and the increasing complaints of gas prices
and the inflation threat I heard.
I'm tired of the paranoia,
the running and the stunning from the police
and from the bug himself.
I'm tired of the war
between myself and the world in its nature
and the struggles and useless pain.
I'm sick, hungry, cold.
I'm just tired,so tired,so tired.
And I know I'm tired...of all this writer's block! Sorry guys, its just that I have all PreAPs as a freshman in my core subjects, plus a Geometry class instead of Algebra. That means loads of homework. (And loads of tiredness and laziness.) And I know damn well that Otto would be proud! Hopefully I would update Swap Shock soon, but hold on and be patient!
Agent Silver