Taste like manure....

Awake once again to the torture of breath.

Day light bleeding happiness into a groggy yawn

will this be another pass and leave you lying?

A rhetoric, melancholy bugle-calls....Funeral music.

 

Inside a wasted self seeks the cure for optimism,

Oh what insolence said a thought...it left as quickly as it came.

 

Woe is me is the feeling..life is so much more pleasurable in the dream.

Sweet sugar bitter in the swallowing, what happens now?

 

Arise I must, face self in the mirror yet again,

Routine is irresistible what a burden it can be,

Kiss Kiss yes I know I love you too....

 

24 hours in this moment, 9 of which was not mine...

Know what I want, know where I'm going,

I'm sure because I'm pure...., may as well bash my brains out some more.

 

You Know because you always know, you talk to god by fax and by telephone.

Have I failed?.... I failed.

A vacuum of words flow through my bruised mind, no description...no prescription?

 

Aways running trying to break away, give me freedom to destroy....

Like a clock always moving but never going anywhere.

Shedding skin over and over, but to no avail, still the same....what a bore.

Recordings played back again and again, 

without sunrise there's no difference in each day, just one long monotony.

Love....what tragedy something so nice can fuel such hate...

Hugs and kisses, xo xo.....happiness is relative what is love without a life?

Existing in irony, schematics of it all makes no sense...

They laugh at your expense....what sarcasm, the b*****d who made it all.

Maybe it's just living that gets me down...