Wreck

Waking up with the idea your mind was never asleep

Side table unemptied with a billion bills

And suddenly you wonder what's next in your life?

Does everyday really have to be a strife?

With a singlet and short, bodied away to the window

Looking out and wondering the next move

Would it be a life checkmate?

Would it be you helping out fate?

A sudden boil of anger, cooking up emotions and actions

Then throwing everything on the wall

Wrecking the little room whose rent has been due for months

While you are in a state of catatonic meltdowm

Sitting at the corner with bloodied knuckles

While your hands are up and tears are the only thing falling

You light the cigarette and exhales a fume of death

Might be your last breathe?

Wait, there is still hope, maybe a drop

You spend your life in a train you can't stop

Has dying ever being the answer?

Has living even being a thing of question?

Wrecking the room has helped you feel pain

So know you feel maybe you were never awake

Now that you see what is at stake, a knock comes on the door

Hope has smiled cause now you have a multi million dollar job...