Because to remain with them
Was a form of torture
To be me, when my life was a mess
Was to be condemned
Existence gave no quarter
I was an outcrop
Of sorrow
In a field
Of gluttony
I was a moment
Of pleasure
In a death camp
Where the harvest
Was abundantly
Full
No leisure
Nor treasures
Just torment
And ferment
Disaster and catastrophe
My heart was severed
Put me out of my misery
I long to be freed
Of my captivity
If you see me there
Just let me go
Life isn't fair
But don't worry
About me
I am just a sheep
