He came from my bathroom window
No sight or memory had come
Ratting and tatting on the chrome
Now I don't know where I shall go

He came from my patio
He smelled of rancid perfume
I shall never forget those fumes.
The disgust in the air had informed me that I was not his bro.

He came from my bedroom closet.
Wearing what seemed to be a robe
But once I had noticed, his clothes resembled my own.
Once he had shown, I knew that for me, this was it.

The man seemed homeless
All dirty and tattered
It seemed pointless as he started to ram and batter
I knew that his goal was to leave me boneless.

The man was elderly, yes he was old.
But he packed a force that could shatter bones
He punched and tackled until I'd need a neck cone.
Leaving me unconscious, he took all of my gold.

The man was rich now, and I was poor
Looking for ways to replenish my wealth
Trying to fix the damage that he had dealt.
Now that I was left sans d'or.

Once more, he showed up in my house
Looking for me
But without my gold, I had no place to be
Having spent it all, he sat like a fixated mouse.

Waiting in my home
The man stood there forever
Not realizing that my respawn time was never
With my broken bones and frozen next to lawn gnomes

I had passed on
From insufferable injury
I died wishing he'd be found guilty by jury.
But the man passed too, yes, he was gone

He could have just asked for some help
Yet he wanted it all, and that wouldn't do
The vanity, the need for other people's souls.
Disheveled and old, I passed on by myself.

I was the man, I had robbed myself
As I waited inside his bedroom door.
An empty house, just him et son or.
Trying to show him the life he'd bring about.

A futile effort, I never thought it through
As the ghosts piled up
Lost in time, lost with no touch
Trying to teach, for the loneliness I had beared, wishing for life anew.