It’s another day, the sun’s left a twisted mess of vigor-less dreams and wishes faintly seen.
I’d lay down and cry if I saw any meaning to anything, but UV bleaches my guts and everything.
By now you would’ve realized, the sort of world, cruel and curious, we seek to sow.
But how can anyone walk around stating what they know?
And the pain seeps cold at night.
Aspirations, lies I hold tight.
Maybe not tonight.
Days bleed by, numb and opaque it heeds and blinds.
The pain seeps cold at night.
Aspirations, dreams I hold tight.
Not tonight.
Not tonight.