Unable to breathe and remember
I stumble from a distressed empty bed.
Dressed in this saddens it’s just another day,
You can fill it with as much hope as you can carry
But you can’t bring life to the dead
You can’t buy a corpse some time.
Oh I begin the day alone
Standing numbly staring at this sky before me;
Beautiful morn gone to a terrible waste
Hours upon hours spent idling.
I cover-up the pain with a velvet cloth made of daydream,
Lacking any reason; I stand to fall.
I’ve long lost my appetite, my wicked smile
Even my will to try, please
Try marrying a widow in her wedding dress
Try loving a heart that’s broken and sold
Now that you see one plus zero equals impossible,
Will you leave me alone?
Oh Slowly I dress myself trying my hardest
Not to make eye contact
With the ugly girl that stands before me,
You’ve painted a terrible picture
Capturing the real me; I’m hideous
And I hate it I hate I hate.
She’s laughing at me, she’s mocking me
In a rage I throw a fistful of hate and anger through this mirror,
It cannot be one of my own
It must not.
I’m a dancer, a beautiful dancer
I even once was beautiful inside.
Outside my window in-between pebble sized rain
Collapsing at a dozen per half a second,
(Our men have lost the war) there is a dead bird
You’ve murdered it, with your pathetic pistols
I can’t believe the sky would do such a thing
It betrayed me; yet I let it bleed.
You may wake to breathe; whilst I dance
And it’s raining, but I wake to sleep
As the hours blend into a few silly moments
Just actions throughout the day.
Maybe when I die I’ll be a poet; but for now
Leave me to crawl.















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Lol thanks for being the only comment too
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