The Cold and Bitter Hands

"He's a slick son of a bitch.
I'd watched him lurk in the misty background,
totally oblivious to the rain,
and the herd of people nervously shuffling
away from him.
he'd waited for me for a long long time.
he was knew what he was doing.
Finally, she left.
I was able to focus on my self for once, you know?
Before long, I started to feel the love,
and the enthusiasm warm my soul again.
I was alone,
it was what I needed...
All the while, he was watching.
He wanted to see how far I though I could get.
And I really believed it man!
I really did.
I thought it was all getting better, you know?
Well, he hated it.
he couldn't stand to see me laugh.
He was mad cause I wasn't drinking at him anymore.
It made him sick.
I don't really remember where it was, or when,
but he came for me.
His, greasy fuckin' hands cut me from ear to ear.
I was too angry to feel anything.
This motherfucker knew what he was doing.
he popped out from his dark alley,
did his business,
and left me there to die.
again.
God fuckin' hates me man,
im tellin ya..."