All those schemes
You look forward to
Becomes a bitter pill
Swallowing is hard to
Getting drunk to the waves
Norms you suddenly
Wanted to alter
As yourself falters
Pitting your soul
To the lowest point of hell
Demons are whispering
Makes you wonder
About the other side
Murmurs and tears
You all keep by yourself
Will make its redemption
Dimming the lights
Knocking on the doors
Waiting for the end
Thirst you cannot quench
In the middle of desert
Inside your rotten boots
You can plead to yourself
Dying inside to the bones
And still no one knows
What tomorrow might bring
No one knows
When the ending is near
And you fix yourself a drink
Puff the smoke in the walls
And the same walls
Barricades your rationale
Asking your self why
Asking why you are buried alive
Grasping and gasping
Until the last breathe succumbs
Ending the suffering
With scattered biscuit crumbs
And spills of coffee
Staining your sheets
When you call it quits.