Out of
Control
A constant
occurance
In the face
of the future
Staying
Asleep
When the
alarm rings twice
Hoping that
you can sleep away
The purples
and reds of the violent morning sun
Shining on where
you should have been
Insides
Numb
No clean
lick of fire
On socked
toes
Entombed
under white cotton covers
Of your own regret
made dull
How
Long
Will I make
Myself drown
