The calm before the storm,
Not being able to sleep is the norm.
Mind too quick and ready to self harm.
Eyes closed tight fighting the insomnia
And not wanting to see light
That means it is the morn.
Daylights coming,
And no matter how tight my eyes will be close
It can't change that.
No amount of wishing or cursing,
No overthinking,
It will still be here soon,
With the birds singing,
Another day,
So may as well open those eyes
And see it in.
My dog sighs
My dark days,
My temptress
My moment of bliss.
When the beat hits.
When we close the curtains
On Sunday.
And then when we are swopping sims,
As we ran out of battery.
Like a lottery,
No one wants to admit its Sunday.
Who's phoning in sick on Monday?
Spice up your panic attack
With maracas
And the need to need
Someone who needs you,
As sure as the sky is blue.
The weekend ends too soon,
Sunday roast with extra gravy,
And a extra long chew.
For Monday loams,
And you can still feel the baseline
From the night before.
Ears ringing and every other reply is
'sorry, what did you say?'
Still kinda half way between now
And the night before.
One more people,
they are the people I wanna share life with.
Be it one more choon, line, drink or just one more time we share a smile
One more is a special thing shared with the closet friend to the random you just met.
One more, where's the party at?
This Will be on my gravestone
The front left becomes a horror of untold. Every face smiles,
but they are smiles
Of day light robberies and hurt and pain. The space you obtain becomes small
till you can't breath
and the witches crackle with ease.
Took a line cause I'm missing you,
The meds make it hard to cry.
Lost as to who to share things with.
While two lines makes me shed a silent tear,
It hits the dust that I couldn't sniff first go.
Wish this sniff helped me forget
But I still see yous
My favorite ghosts.
Still want to share those old songs
When I find them,
But it's only me listening,
As the coke runs out.
The sting of the cut
The shock of the fall.
The bad feeling and shock
as you start to fall with no way to stop.
Like Late nights, face lit by the phone.
Laying in your bed,
A long way from home.
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