I got bags under my eyes
Awake but I'm tired
Stop calling me wise
All I am is expired
I've stopped chasing highs
I only do what is required

Is this whats called an honest life
To live bereft of passion within reason
I've stopped carrying a knife
Live within the bounds of demons
I've reached my own half-life
As struggle lessens sins deepen

Sink into skin pocks an permanent marks
No more broken locks and empty pockets
Just work and later nights
To be broke with empty sockets
No jokes no more laughs
What a joke living for profits