Desolent

I will never find who I seek got no name down a empty street my head is banging and I walk to the beat .
My eyes are pointed to the dirt lost in a daze but my mind is alert got blood on my hands for what it was worth,sure seems I have been cursed since my first days of birth .
I Can't find a job cause my briefcase has been leaking ,full of rotten bills who's ghosts keepers come creeping and   other strange  objects yet you all call and keep insisting and give my arm a twisting.
I am in my walking coffin as death flows behind simply beg for blood and my alarm has been sleeping alone in the park ,I feed the birds as I'm dreaming maybe my truncate was miss directed wrong turn and left me In a dead end street and bleeding .
Tomarrow alway knows cause I'm the same person as yesterday and days to come