lonesome

people are starring at me alone n abandoned i am
people are pitying me, poor lonesome me
crumbling i am to pieces i know not of a person
to hold to embrace me, poor lonesome me

companionless i seek refuge among strangers
from pillar to post i prowl to find nothing
i thought y did it have to be me n then
i fell i fell so fast i fell so deep

but then some thing broke my fall n then picked me up
they were my friends i know they will be there if i fall again
i dusted my self n then walked of with a glee
now there ain't no "poor lonesome me"

a Statue's ode

i am still n stoned
hollow n empty
i shout i screech
touch me touch me to life
someone fill me with a spirit
give me a beating heart
someone gild me with thy breath
i am wounded but no blood
i have eyes but no tears
someone make me bleed
someone make me cry
but if only did i know your existence is true
the clay that i am made from is 2 parts mud 1 part you