The morning arises
Thoughts fleeting
A sharp razor slicing a fine piece of paper

A gleam of light creeps through the blue curtains
sleep is still not within my grasp

a drunken slumber
i tell myself
shut eye

its been awhile since i've been happy.

its really ok...

its really not.....

The morning arises
me still awake
thoughts fleeting through my head like a sharp razor slicing a fine piece of paper
i sit here on my bed staring
as a gleam of light creeps through my blue curtains
reminding me that sleep is still not within my grasp
"i wish i was in a drunken slumber" i tell myself
at least then i would have some shut eye
its been awhile since I've been truly happy.

i have lost all functionality to form a smile.

i wake up late and forget what i need to accomplish.

to forget is to be old

maybe im getting old

i just don't care

let me sleep till the sun falls off

when that day comes ill already be dead and gone