• In the dark alley of a one way street
    The dark skies grew
    And as my death seems to meet
    The life that I never knew.
    In to the doors of my being
    And to the eyes of one's self
    I came to know the meaning
    If when my life will ever end

    The rain tries to shed it tears
    To the blossoms of my pot
    Trapped inside my room for so long
    Wondering when thy body will rot
    Ants will feed on my meat
    Dogs will feast on my bones
    Children will tell the story
    Of the Lonely Craig Jones.