Drag

Drag by samnesia.com After sleeping for the past twelve hours I still won’t go outside Only if I feel like dying with the sun on my face Even then, I’d have to drag myself out there. With a mouth that tastes like ash whenever I swallow If I walk out there, I’ll only fall beneath the weight on my mind. These fragile bones will break again. Even then, I’d have to drag myself to somewhere safe Possibly, the morgue I hope to hell it’s a morgue. Coughing up my insides onto the floor, there’s always one, who’d love to watch me crawl back into the dark and away from the pain. All these cigarettes leave me is the small belief that I may never wake up again. After sleeping through another twelve hours, I don’t think I’ll be leaving, anytime soon Only if I feel like dying in the warmth of the sun Even then, I’d have to drag myself out there Out where I may never wake up again.