I'm not good looking
But I have teeth sharp like knife
Footpath of the greener grass
Is where I live my unsatisfying life
But I have dreams
Oh yes very lofty ones too
One where they don't cut your nose
Or eat you in a stew
I want not to be a vampire
An usual fanfare of the time
I did like the taste of my own blood
But that wasn't a real crime
Feckless friends are numerous
Selfish statistically significant
They say I'm manic when I panic
I can't breathe when I pant
I like clouds and rainbows
I like the colors in the science
It's hard to tell fantasy from fiction
If your prism's not aligned
I feel I'm a little dead
The way people behave around me
As if I'm not even here
As if they don't see
I have many eyes
Each sees a different side of things
The world around us you see
Is what your senses bring
Where was I
Oh the ugliness
I'm sorry I exist
I'll die at the first convenience
Don't you worry about it
