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I overdose on you
Im like a ****** needing a fix
Doing everything I can to have you
I can't quit you even if I tried
Its heaven and hell your highs and lows
Im addicted to your love
I crave your voice
I can't let you go because I'm so tangled up in you
Ive convinced myself I need you
Every fast food employee that has been there close to a year is depressed
If they are not its because they have things going for them
But if not they are depressed simply because they're working a dead end job while they are trying to support a family or there lives are lost in a limbo like state revolving around a dead end job At every second they clock in and the thought burns holes in their head
Am I gonna die here?
Am I already dead and this is my time in purgatory?
Will I rot away working here selling every waking moment of my life here
Is it really all worth it on payday
but still they continue to work and converse among each other each one secretly trapped in the hell of their own thoughts
Lost in the catacombs I wander aimlessly searching for a purpose yet only finding dark corridors and broken bones of the dead
I am jaded
I wonder
Did the dead ascend to the sky or are they trapped here in the catacombs to lie
I am jaded
These are my thoughts as I sleep
The catacombs forever eating away my mind
Soon to death I'll give my last breath once I find an end and a purpose
I awake and the dream ends
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