Its morning
The clock rattles and shakes
A new day ahead
Its time for me to wake
Eyes glazed over
Another sleepless night
Looking into the mirror
Not wanting to see the sight
A tired shell
Looking straight at me
Why does he go on
Living this misery
Never happy
Always sad
With brief interludes
Of thoughts that are mad
Brush my teeth
Rinse the sleep from my eyes
Its time for work
Slowly waiting to die
