Remaining the Same By Unwritten Routine
Everyday when the sun bullies me from bed
The covers are thrown, and I soon reminisce
What kept me up and put me to bed last night
The dreams that followed me while I was awoke
In these dreams, Scarlet is my name
Red and crimson are the rage I've longed to rid myself of
As my feet hit the floor, blisters hang around my soles
From the times I walked aimlessly to search for the moment
When I'll be so happy, death will soon take me away
He will hold me in peace and whisper to rest
Before the afternoon is done
My daily breakdown sets in
Started by tears and ending in darkness
That will settle and slowly rot my soul
Preservation is key; When it comes to holding the bad
Dis-regard the good,I was born into
Unwritten every day is the chapters of my life
Nobody will read it for each carry their own copy of themselves
Sun down, on the bed again thinking over the mission-less objectives I screwed over
Back to the nightmares of one
I am the only one who will rise against myself
I am the only one who will ever love myself
But where is my self-love
It's not in the closet or under a bed
I might know where it's at.....
Gone like the petals of a dandelion
Plucked until despise is what I have left
I have no love to give for it will never be given to me
From myself or others, but I'm used to it by now
So much numbness, feeling would kill me
If I wasn't already partially dead
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