Envy

[Boring morning. Staring at the window, I see people walking by, so far away from me.]
 [Me:]
 It makes me feel so bad when I see you glad
 It makes me feel so evil, ask me no reasons
 All I've got left is wretched, dying or dead
 How can lips bear to smile when tasting this poison?
 Tell me
 Teach me
 Can't you?
 Then I'll show you
 I'll show you what is like to be buried alive
 And how uneasy can be decomposition
 Beware of my eye stalking, sucking you dry
 One gaze of mine may bring out death as reflection
 [My eye becomes a cold gun.]
 Hush!
 Time to die
 I've laid my eye on you
 But it feels like
 Death-row instead of gardens
 Raping instead of candy
 Hatred instead of kissing
 God take away this envy
 Guilty!
 [Guilty strikes me like a heavy metal thunder. I am scared. I better pray.]