Envy

Empty cigarette box,

worn out light-blue jeans,

torn up lucky shirt,

maybe its not what it seems,

every unlucky thing,

seems to be another bad day,

taking pills so painful,

and nobody every would say,

shut up, get up, stop lazing around.

wake up, move it, get up off the ground.

smile, for a while, just make a sound.

if only for a moment, you would start breathing right now.

why are you so envious?

Stop blaming it on me.

I'm but only your mind

talking to you inside

trying to stop all your misery

thats controlled by all your jealousy

in other words, your envy,

is all but a conspiracy.