Crap Feelings
Opening eyes at the dawn of day,
glancing at the clock and taking a deep breathe.
You scratch an eye or two,
you never know what's coming in your way.
Turning over to reach for a pillow,
choking it till its softness dissipates in your own hands
and closing your sight again.
Nothing has change,
the crappy bed and the soft pillow,
the loud mouth and the cold air,
they still surround the place.
The stench of a dead body,
The lie of the clock
that sounded tick tock,
The evidence that stinks.
The emotions that pop out,
Puzzle pieces are crap,
we never get to know them.
like feelings, they are crap.
The moment it sounded again,
Is the moment you die again,
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