She's a pissed off man now,nshhh, be quiet.nHe is hiding metaphors.nThe impostor.nOh im sure you're down therenI can hear you smiling,nIts like a train blowing steamnhe said,ntired of ALL you FOLK,nits getting harder to keep my cool,nits getting hard to be around people.nThe crows gather black outside my window,nthe machine gun blows away families, the windnblows leaves, the big wolrd slowly spins,nchristmas lights glow on suburban trees, nfire burn around junkies in alleyways.nPointless never-ending fires.nFlashes of things while drunk,nblackouts, DEATH CONVERSATIONS,nwiggling on bathroom floors, nwishing I was never born.nHe was like a trainnblowing steam.