This life of mine is worth nothing but a burden;
Not just for others but for myself too
The only thought that my mind holds
Is to mingle with the land or blend with the air
But what can a coward do,
Only waiting for the day to appear before
Jinx is the only trait that this life holds
As for the thoughts and actions
Blame on none, it's only mine druthers
Life brings a stroke of chance even for worthless thing
Should have used the chance that it bestowed
Instead of cracked teeth and a slit lip
Perhaps hit the head and achieved death.