Wishing I was stuck in a famine, the bones of a starved feline,
why didn't I have a bent spine, the woes of the straight pine,
Wondering if my eyes were azure, would notice that for sure,
Visible diseases would've been a lure, I might have got a cure.
Hurt my hand whilst firing a gun, plaster moulds would've been fun,
Should've weighed closer to a ton, planning to run eating a bun.
Jumped out of a running train, smashing a rock into my brain,
I wouldn't be left out in disdain, they would know I am in pain.
All I have is a parasite that feeds, my peace plants and dream seeds.
The monster makes me do deeds, out of its wild instinctual needs.
Not a microscope sees it in light, but only the loneliness of a night.
Not everyone sees me fight, nor can they hear my deafening plight.
I see this night with hope, try not to get into the loop of the rope,
With even misfortunes elope, learn to adapt and learn to cope.