Drain

These pains are awful to embrace,
Colors seem to drain from my face,
The human race seems to struggle for power,
As I lay here with my last hour,

The stray cats along the railroad tracks,
Destroy the human minds with greed,
Everybody acts like they are contained by chains,
Why does cold steel hurt you now?

I stand here to watch the sky turn grey,
The human race is in last place,
My head is full of memories and music,
The pain is worth the past then this trash.