sitting in the mud
waiting for a hug
waiting for someone
even though it knows there really is none
to laugh with
to cuddle with
to be with
to love
if only
if only it wouldn't be so lonely
thrown away
yet searching for a reason to stay
searching to share the darkness
the useless uselessness
the emptiness
the mess
if only
if only she could feel mercy
but she passed by
chasing a butterfly
faded
nothing but an old cur
its once fluffy sleeky fur
now incredibly slimy
cloggy
sticky
all attached to teary bloody holes
that used to be eyes closed
to dream of stupid hopes
stupid loves
friends with white doves
if only
if only there were any
flying by pronely
anyhow
there's nothing now
turned
blue with fear
feared the day would disappear
together with him
and he'd be eaten by the grim
but anyhow
there's nothing now