These days, as the 24hrs tick by, I dread that waking moment where I wake up to face things that I hope did not exists and that the world around me is alright.
Each night, I dread falling asleep as I know that it is an unbroken cycle in which I would fall asleep to rise another day which is yet another single day closer to the day I hope it would never come.
The sight pains me, in a wreck, yet I can't scream it out.
It stucks, like a fishbone in ur throat.
U can't scream cos it hurts,
u can't cry cos its a sign of defeat and resignation,
U can't simply head off double quick-time to meet ur Maker as its the most irresponsible thing to do.
A situation, neither here nor there.
Being trapped in a trash compactor, with 2 giant plates squeezing u in the heart.
Unable to move, helpless as the plates inch closer to each other mercilessly.
Each night, I dread falling asleep as I know that it is an unbroken cycle in which I would fall asleep to rise another day which is yet another single day closer to the day I hope it would never come.
The sight pains me, in a wreck, yet I can't scream it out.
It stucks, like a fishbone in ur throat.
U can't scream cos it hurts,
u can't cry cos its a sign of defeat and resignation,
U can't simply head off double quick-time to meet ur Maker as its the most irresponsible thing to do.
A situation, neither here nor there.
Being trapped in a trash compactor, with 2 giant plates squeezing u in the heart.
Unable to move, helpless as the plates inch closer to each other mercilessly.