Why is it that every morning,
You have to wake 'up' not 'down...

All around my gowing tension are,
Old faces turning grey...

The sweet smell of a summer breeze,
Has turned to stagnant dew...

Picking up the pieces of a life you've broken
sewing it together with the seams wide open...

Behind this wall of angry barriers,
Through which you cannot see...

You don't meet my gaze and you're eyes are stone...
A glare of pure hatred for me to behold...

Bound tight in this prison
Of self-made hate...

Another cup of coffee
Keeps her weary eyes from dropping...

If hell was floodlit would it all become clear
What is the purpose, why am i here...

Tears down the window
that mirrors my face...

Nothing swims fluidly through my mind,
I know I am finally drained...

Like a whisper through the morning rain
A shiver down my spine...