Doom

I'm screaming their name hoping they notice, I don't understand.

How can they be in their own cloud of doom?

They beg for someone to help them,

they cry till they're dry.

How can they be in their own cloud of doom?

I help them,

teach them all that I know.

I scream and I whisper,

I yell and I moan.

How can they be in their own cloud of doom?

I answer them constantly and listen and fret.

I tell them what's needed so much they can't forget.

How can they still be in their own cloud of doom?

I don't know what to do, I've given up hope.

Rest and rejoice in your own cloud of doom...