9 October 2012
The morning lacks
Promise,
I've no get up and go,
Just
A bitter taste of coffee
Minus
A well-needed, but avoided
Cigarette,
They will only be my death,
Slow
And painful, like life I
Guess,
It's cold outside but
Colder
Alone, between sheets in a
Bed
That is far too big for
One,
So I will claw my way out and
Rise
If I must, but I refuse to
Shine.
Rise And Shine • Opuss № I