No Name

Wake up in this empty room,

white walls, white ceiling too. 

Sirens outside,

I close my eyes, it's like my dream.

The one with the glimmer, that's all too mean.

Wake up, then I rest my head,

drown myself in this haze again.

What is happy is here,

but my mind isn't clear. 

It's all done, I was on top.

Now I try, but hell's a long stop.

Who am I? I do not know.

Perhaps a stupid lazy w***e. 

Wake up, my first thought.

"Should I put some vodka in my cup?"

There's a lot of people in my room.

It's like their screaming, "F**k you, tool!"

Sweet he, why he's the best. 

And I, knowing his list, why it's a mess.

To the world, their like a fantasy,

yet she writes in the dark you see.

She's sitting here remembering the day,

her thoughts, she felt, were worth some pay.

Her voice, oh, how she could sing.

Her words, oh, how they'd ring.

But now, she loves blow and puff,

awaiting the day god screams, "Enough!"

"Will you help me?" she says in her prayer.

He chuckles, sipping on wine in his lair.

It's done, I was on top.

Now I try, but hell's a long stop.

Who am I? I do not know.

Perhaps the world got me, 

I'm not it's w***e.