Monday, September 25

Rise sometime
Day's already gone by
Life is advancing
Drifting further away
Come what may
My eyes can't focus so I rub them
And time keeps passing
I can't escape the rain that falls I'm
Still staring down this lifetime sentence
These years of gloom and rage
Still feel a fight on my the tips of my fingers
No matter what I say to her
But weaker men than I have lived
To be as weak as they were.

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