Game Plan

It all starts with a good night of sleep

A early morning tea

A cold shower

A meowing cat

The sun blinding into the window

Sitting down at the desk

Some people will call it Monday

I call it just another day

A thought

A man laying in bed

Eyes open

Eyes closed

Thinking about it all

Is he happy?

Is he doing enough?

The answers have to wait

As the eyes are permanently shut for the next 8 hours

Inner Scars of Truth

It’s okay to have scars, just make sure the inner scars are also fully healed.

Lost space

You just keep talking
The words just bounce off of me
I should really leave

Deadly alive

Kill me now
Let the monsters get me
I have no fear
You can’t kill me
I’m already dead inside

Mirror image

The body cold to the touch
Eyes shut, mouth closed
I had finally given in
I confirmed the piece of matter
No notes were left behind
No letters were left behind
The guy was once a friend
Lately just a name to bring shame
He was sick
Sick of him
Sick of life
Sick of it all
I questioned myself
Was there a part of me in him?
I didn’t want to answer it
I poured myself a drink
And told myself
My answer would come tomorrow

Life line

I don’t wanna live dead
I’ve seen it a thousand times before
Bones with movement isn’t enough
A soul full of sludge doesn’t work
I’ve heard the tales of the broken
My eyes don’t wanna feel that
I don’t wanna live dead
Just keep the needle in me
That fills me with life

Living statues

Crumbling to the ground
Strength doesn’t exist
Hope was burned a long time ago
Death is the new desire

Stranger

You attract me like a diamond
Your eyes shinier than the stars
You’re the apple to my eye
I could die with you right now

Maintenance

Ready for repair
Take the bolts out and hardware
I’m offline for now