radio needle

This is the end , of my bitter start
through all wicked creatures I may have past
but some haven’t seen me yet

the nihilist they say, is a monster;
so cruel and dirty
if he swims in the ocean, many fishes will drown
thank all, who helped me ruin myself
and the clown who never looked back
has seen no light at the end of the tunnel

this is my start, my cherry tree
the moon is gazing at me
wondering what I’m turning to be