spigot,

crawlin, dipping, along, deeper, into my gloom.
expecting happiness to come soon,
while i stare at this round moon.
as my high begins to die,
less and less of me becomes alive.
reaching for the utensil,
to attempt to understand my corruption.
please just move on and forget my disruption.
lost, never to be found. stuck in this continuous,
round. just let me sink beneath this ground.
as good as gone, better just to move on.
here's my last song, hope you can understand this fawn.....