The week is freeing.
All pleasure is fondling my being.
My senses are occupied.
But forget that, cos I lied.

I lie to myself.
I now see my health.

Because now we're back.
Sunday.
This empty day, my mind howls away.
No blanket of soothing ignorance.
No lens of a hopeful sickness.

Right now there is me.
Only me.
How I convulse and clench my teeth
in my selfhatred
empty pit of me.

My boat is broken
So it's frozen still
My boat is broken
So it only floats
My boat is broken
So I only catch fish here

My bait is cheap
So I just toss a net
My bait is cheap
So I just toss a bet
My bait is cheap
So I just throw myself at them

My net is flawed
So I strangle my prey
My net is flawed
So I let every soul away
My net is flawed
So I never catch one bit

I shiver
As I'm starving

I shiver
As I'm a bad fisherman

I shiver
As I'm cowardice

I shiver
As I'm so very afraid

I shiver
As eyes meet my affection

I shiver
As I ask them in curiosity

I shiver
As I face their Rejection

As I sleep
My mask grows anew
As I must upkeep
How I am viewed

Throughout the day
It must be worn
I must not sway
Until everyone's gone

As your head grows grimy
As the days keep marching
The mask thickens
The mask brightens

Each day I suffocate
Suffocate in a toxic smile
Suffocate at the remarks
I gasp for air
As the mask wither away in isolation

Crumbling as I touch silence
It falls without delay
Closing in on everyday
And the mask grows bolder
The mask grows thicker