The Blog O' Incoherence

I live in poverty, despite my splendor
I live in silence, despite my candor
I live a coward, despite my honor
You feel my pain, despite my pleasure
I'm stuck in a river that holds no water
and am shaded by negative color
Por favor, senor?
I have a boat but no oar
and of this, I can't take much more
My head is rich, my heart is poor
ripped from its socket, thrown on the floor
stepped on twice then kicked into the door
Living out of love is such a fucking chore
and of this, I can't take much more