i was hoping
to die in my sleep last night
that would
have made my day
but no
i’m still fuckin here
my breathe, my metronome of existence
(in and out,
…
in and out)
instead of aimlessly
trudging through another day
i was hoping
i wouldn’t
be here to see
to see all the nothing
that happens,
because none of it
matters to me
(to and fro
…
to and fro)
but i woke up
and now it’s today
my apathy
wrestles my lazy
feeling closer to people
on movie screens
waves of a relentless life
lived all hazy
(this way
…
that way)
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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