Dark Hole

Eyes open yet I still feel asleep. A walking zombie looking through the window at the life I could have. One simple step through the clean air could rehabilitate my lounges. Yet the smell of death has grown to accustomed to my senses to let go. Why must one life end for the start of another. why does the good always come before the bad. Why am I still looking through the same window wishing the same things day after day. what is life if the rain is my home, if the darkness is my life. I dont want to feel new, I dont want to roll out of bed. I need the darkness, just like the darkness needs me. Nothing could change what I have become. The man who wishes will always wish, the man who does will always have, and the man who thinks shall have them both. G.W.S