Come find me in the abyss;
In the hell that saves me from the light
If you see the wind, blow a kiss
It carries with it my sight
I am there as I am here, you won't miss
But don't dwell on the plight.

Borrow not my sorrow;
On my bones I walk weary
I had to leave my tools in the furrow,
Slaves don't live on salary
I hope to forget, tomorrow —
That the rug on my back is not furry.

If you catch my voice — lamenting of doom
Don't dread but rejoice
Lucky for you, this is not your room
You get to sing with your own voice
Whom amongst us can afford a broom?
— thou, whose floor is nice.
I sleep and dine in the mud, this is home!

The rumbles in my stomach are lullabies during the night —
Drr! Drr! Drr! They go, as I drool.
It's never so much about the fight,
But the laughter that they think is 'cool'
Why do you think the feathers are light?
It is true, you can't teach a fool.

Come find me in the abyss,
Where they left me to rot.
Don't bring with you a mattress —
I will lend you my coat
This old piece, I possess
The rest of my wealth is the lack of rest.

© Ommie