Bloodstream
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Wind cuts like a knife
Rain soaks to the bone
My body will adapt
It grows numb and old
Metal to the marrow
Not myself anymore
What you call the street is my floor
Got no place to go
This is my home and a man without a home
It's like drinking alone
No one will ever trust him
No one will ever help him
The bottle is there to catch him
No wonder he turns to it
It's not enough to give him money
But i can't even do that
I'm always confused when morals conflict with compassion
Down throat and into bloodstream
They say
No one ever misses their pain
But I thought
The pain is there for a reason
He said
You're a hypocrite and you can have reality
This world doesn't seem so great to me