LATELY!

Lately,  I lose track of time, staring at moving clouds,

waking up famished in places cold.

 

Lately, a voice mocks me from within,

a voice as spooky as a murderer's ghost in a haunted house. 

Lately, I wake countless times before the morning comes,

and I forget the good dreams.

Lately, all the songs have become boring,

their lyrics make no sense,

yet the silence is more terrifying.

 

Lately, I engage in useless brawls,

punching first and punching weak,

as one with a longstanding death wish.

Lately, I go on pattern-less runs,

 trying to forget something I cannot remember. 

Lately, I have no admiration for the man in the mirror,

his smiles are fake,

and his demeanor reeks of delirium.

And I must confess; 

lately, I'm not as strong as I was,

 when it used to be you and I against the world!