A blink and a yawn
and a grandiose
stretch
and a new day
begins
Bottle on the
nightstand
a reminder
to find
another
reason
The season
of withered
preoccupation
has come
and the longing
to find freedom
pushes extinction
back into the
realm of possibility
The ability to remain
slipping through my
jaded hands
while the demands
of society ring hollow
in the gabled corners
of my vacant soul
Pain
The only friend
who does not
shun my company
Pain
The only friend
whose end would
be of consequence
Pain
The only friend
I leave behind
to mourn my
existence
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
A blink and a yawn
and a grandiose
stretch
and a new day
begins
Bottle on the
nightstand
a reminder
to find
another
reason
The season
of withered
preoccupation
has come
and the longing
to find freedom
pushes extinction
back into the
realm of possibility
The ability to remain
slipping through my
jaded hands
while the demands
of society ring hollow
in the gabled corners
of my vacant soul
Pain
The only friend
who does not
shun my company
Pain
The only friend
whose end would
be of consequence
Pain
The only friend
I leave behind
to mourn my
existence
