It's been so long
Since I've felt purpose.
My gritting teeth my alarm,
To awake to yesterday,
And the day before.
Sleep has left me
Like everyone else
Left with a twisted image
Looking back on
Myself.
I pull a smile back
With the rim of a glass
Full of fire.
Can't the end come,
Yesterday, or four years ago..
I feel the hours
And days leave me
Becoming a sick comfort.
The only one I have
These days.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
It's been so long
Since I've felt purpose.
My gritting teeth my alarm,
To awake to yesterday,
And the day before.
Sleep has left me
Like everyone else
Left with a twisted image
Looking back on
Myself.
I pull a smile back
With the rim of a glass
Full of fire.
Can't the end come,
Yesterday, or four years ago..
I feel the hours
And days leave me
Becoming a sick comfort.
The only one I have
These days.