Hunting worlds

I awake gasping for that first breath,while spitting copper and steel.All sharp and jagged, i have a smoke as I prepare to cut through another day, slicing it in seconds and minuites then hours.It,s time to find a new world ,one that fits.The air is thin ,sound muted, colors pale on a world that is now passing. It,s time to find a new world ,one that fits.I dress in the memories of those still loved and yet now gone,and how the memories do bind a man heart, a mans soul. .Steam rises, water cascades down my body washing away yesterdays grime,and yet my sorrows in the mirror reflected do remain.As i reach for the door I again say to myself,Its  time to find a new world,one that fits.