I dont want the day,
So I'll stay awake,
'Cause I'm afraid of what's on the way
And what it is I have to face,
And I'm afraid of this other phase,
This other stage, this other wave.
Sometimes I wish I just won't ever make it through the day,
'Cause I hate the day, and I'm afraid of what's on the way
For us in this sick game, my pain is their pain,
You're laughing as our skins melt away.
My ship will sink,
And I'll drown in hell,
But I know I won't die,
It's not the gate, it's not the way
To live a life and say I'm fine.
Have all these dreams and all these lies,
I'm on the ground and they're in the sky.
Pointless words and pointless rhymes,
That never mean and I never fly,
Why think a word of mine will ever change a mind...
If mine can't help my own blighted mind.
I don't want the day, and I'm afraid to make a face,
But here it is in hours anyways.
All I can is bleed this poem and leave it here as an emotional escape.