My eyes feel the unfortunate kiss of the sunlight

Man, it burns so fricking much when I try to grip onto woke

I anxiously glance at the time even when I have no plans or promises

I wonder what day it must be

Climbing out of bed without a routine can be bittersweet

It's as grand as going to work every day other than payday

But what's the most unfortunate thing about the morning light

It's the fact that yesterday happened

You can't wake up and see that everything was just a dream

Funny, I could've sworn this already happened before...

It's like the world is trying to tell you something

Hey bub, did you know that hell is just tiny build ups of agony and then never remembering those agonies happened. Over and over again, you're living in it.

Who would have thought I'd be mourning in the morning...

I'm too tired for this

I should probably go back to sleep...

Maybe when I'm gripping woke again...

Maybe it'll be the evening.