24 November 2012
Wipe your eyes Crumbling tears Crackling lids Morning is near
Sun comes up Guns a blazing Grit my teeth Squint in amazement
Weak as death Not sick or old Working hard To crack the mold
Remember the days Of invincibility Flooded now With responsibility
Work all day And every night I come home tired No end in sight
Aches and pains Knife stabs in Not long now Another day begins
Fast-paced world Racing rats run Makes me hurl Get me a gun
This isn't life Not all all And if it is
I'd rather fall into the abyss.
C. 2012. BZC
Instant Gratification • Opuss № I