Hung Over
Morning comes well too early these days
It always does and there seems to be no way
To mitigate the pain and rage I find within my mind
While the sun claws it's way into my eyes
This hollow deepens inside my chest
This sorrow creeping throughout my head
The fire burning up through my vocal cords
Screaming in rage until I am no more
The days trudge by in an endless procession
The only change being my de-evolution, my regression
Deepening, darkening, this depression incessant
Falling apart within my self-imposed incarceration
I tear it down
I fuck it up
Kick it around
Stand above
But nothing I've done to this soul could ever change a fucking thing....
This hollow deepens inside my chest
This sorrow creeping throughout my head
The fire burning up through my vocal cords
Screaming in rage until I am no more
I've been beaten all day, finally it is night
I stare at the ceiling and try as I might
Sleep never comes, I realize
I'm missing something I might never find
.....the alarm, when did I fall into dreams of tears?
.....why is this so loud? The buzzing screaming through my ears
.....I'm not ready to wake. Not now, not here
PLEASE GOD MAKE IT STOP!
.....racing towards death, all that's left is to steer
It always does and there seems to be no way
To mitigate the pain and rage I find within my mind
While the sun claws it's way into my eyes
This hollow deepens inside my chest
This sorrow creeping throughout my head
The fire burning up through my vocal cords
Screaming in rage until I am no more
The days trudge by in an endless procession
The only change being my de-evolution, my regression
Deepening, darkening, this depression incessant
Falling apart within my self-imposed incarceration
I tear it down
I fuck it up
Kick it around
Stand above
But nothing I've done to this soul could ever change a fucking thing....
This hollow deepens inside my chest
This sorrow creeping throughout my head
The fire burning up through my vocal cords
Screaming in rage until I am no more
I've been beaten all day, finally it is night
I stare at the ceiling and try as I might
Sleep never comes, I realize
I'm missing something I might never find
.....the alarm, when did I fall into dreams of tears?
.....why is this so loud? The buzzing screaming through my ears
.....I'm not ready to wake. Not now, not here
PLEASE GOD MAKE IT STOP!
.....racing towards death, all that's left is to steer
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