A song for you

Alone
Like a fly on the crushed glass
idiot a pat on the back
the gall as a needle
down from my mouth to my thigh
Alone
The pie of my childhood
does not even smoke the ashes
Has it really exist?
Alone
my dreams are gone
not even remember it through
I cling to my hatred
as to my past
Alone
smells and everything I touched
lie today to forget
I am removed from life
behind the bars of happiness
Alone
desires are nightmares
I have the joy of being wrong
to love what I hate
to lose what I can finally find me
Alone