Spleen

I've filled empty cups and empty shells And drank both the salt and the sand I've wandered though humid lands Laid down on barren dirt The wind pushed me down the stairs The sun didn't seem to be prepared I could smell the rain that was trapped in the clouds Still I expected the bloom Neither a thunderstorm nor a sun drenched lawn Only a strange saturnine song I shoved my nails in flesh and black bile covered my hands They feel the urge to hurt me Even though I already do it myself Maybe they're satisfied only when I cry When the soft kid temporarily die and I bite If you tell me I'm mean you're only wasting your time Neither a thunderstorm nor a sun drenched lawn Only a strange saturnine song I shoved my nails in flesh and black bile covered my hands