Every morning I microwave myself
Reheating stale words on my lips
As I shuffle toward the inevitable
Sleep that never quite takes
In the vain hope that tomorrow
There exists a new "me"
Who is finally ready to become
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
Every morning I microwave myself
Reheating stale words on my lips
As I shuffle toward the inevitable
Sleep that never quite takes
In the vain hope that tomorrow
There exists a new "me"
Who is finally ready to become
