Some days the sun in full bloom
wallowing
in
what if we?
I have a tendency to get high on gloom
Loosing the better part of the day .
Getting drunk
On the doom
I create while drifting sideways
In
I should haves'
May as well
Say what the hell
I cant do anythin now its late afternoon
Yet some how i persuade myself to
Slither forth from the tomb
And recieve the
Browbeating i know I got comin to me.


Only to sleek back to my room with something to eat ........
And  heralding
With such conviction all the false promises of tomorrow
And make a mental list of excuses for the the dissapointmemts
That will surely
Follow
Then find solace in making the rest of the world feel a liitle better than......
Me


And slowly smiling as i melt into my phone untill the sun starts knocking and repeat