C r e e p

I've fought with a tree; danced with a lion 

Wrestled with a snake, I remain non-compliant 

I've been snagged on the barbs and hooked to a fence, 

Half of my life made no fucking sense. 

I am rabid like dogs, as crazy as bats 

I've paddled up shit creek without a life vest. 

I play with old knives and have been dubbed as a joke.. 

Where will you stand in the path on my road? 

I will mow through the crowd 

But speak not aloud 

I will whisper too softly so you'll listen for now 

I'm a whirlwind of thoughts.

A ghost on the streets. 

The thing in the night wearing the title of "Creep". 

Nothing I am, and Nothing there is, 

Pointless is the point in the world where I live.