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!
The last paragraph tho😢good job
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's sad. thanks!
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