Another drag on a cigarette --
Thats what days are to me.
Just another moment closer
To expiration.

I could hit the bottle,
But i know all too well
How hard the bottle
Hits back.

I am waiting
For my life to come into focus
But all it ever seems
Is ******* distorted.

Why am I alone
When everyone I love
Is here?
They are present

But i am an outsider.
I am standing on the side lines
While everyone else
Lives their lives.

I am a prisoner
To my own design.