Wake up on the floor by your bed, back stressed, angled,
Feeling like you fell to Earth as Heaven’s last left angel
Crawled up to your feet. hair a mess. Sad, chest painful.
Saw what looked back in that reflective glass rectangle.
Shaking off the dreams of your neck snapped, left strangled
Take a couple really deep breathes, yeah, head tranquil.
Red ankle, must’ve nicked yourself shaving.
Stomach getting snappy, hope the kitchen quells cravings
Get yourself thinking positively, hell, maybe
You can keep a smile going while your inner self’s caving.
Craving inspiration, start to look for something beautiful,
‘Til the gloom consumes your soul, not noticing the moon is full
Stupid fool, the feeling’s undisputible
Dash to bathroom, puke and drool out biopharmaceuticals.
Rest your woozy skull on the toilet seat,
But really what’s the point of sleep?
If the toil means returning to the nightmares you escaped from
then you’d rather stay awake and let the poison seep.
Strip to take a fast shower, yet stare blankly for a half hour
Fragile as a glass tower, tongue has turned a tad sour
Feeling like you’d rather not exist like a black flower
Wander back to that lonely bed, realize that you’re in matrimony wed
to the nightmares, so depressed you leave your pillows soaking wet
The only cure for it is sunrise, but to get there you must cut ties,
Risking what seems unwise, conquer when the love dies,
Fighting thru the rough nights, surviving life with shut eyes.