It's been so long
Since I've felt purpose.
My gritting teeth my alarm,
To awake to yesterday,
And the day before.
Sleep has left me
Like everyone else
Left with a twisted image
Looking back on
Myself.
I pull a smile back
With the rim of a glass
Full of fire.
Can't the end come,
Yesterday, or four years ago..
I feel the hours
And days leave me
Becoming a sick comfort.
The only one I have
These days.