This is not the life I want
This safety net that envelops me
Dangles and strangles and entangles
What’s the use of proper grammar
When the TV is all we know and see
Another argument over nothing special
Just another night that ends in pre-twilight’s clutches
Another howl from the dog
I’m so bored and so is she
A lady with a bag on her head
Commenting on the state of normalcy and weirdness
Mundane talk and useless ramblings
A dog-eared page still looses its place
A living breathing organism of death
With silent lips seething from old wounds
And fingernails aching to tear open fresh ones
I bask in the midnight sun
Soak up the rays of a thousand burned out stars
Only to think that at one point the world was new
So why worry
Why plan ahead if the future ends in calamity
This planet is a rough draft
Apparently we failed at writing a better ending
Everything must sooner or later be terminated
A sad fact about life
That it must eventually close its eyes
One last time