Drain Paranoid

Life is bliss

When we find things to be sweeter than a kiss

Yet all is filled with bitterness

For we are too ignorant of all of these

Not all may live in a rainbow

Nor be dismayed in the dark

But then things are like that

Even from the start

Smiles of foul corruption

Dwindle all around

Betrayal a perception

Affection not found

Lame, as it seems

Yet it is true

My mind is about to scream

When fate laid out the clue

Stagnant little dope

Crack that pot to me

For we have no hope

Pathetic as we can be