Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Blatant Monday
The daily regime is killing me
The mornings are slow and painful
The torment grows with each passing day
Crawling up my nerves, taking turns to play
The suffering is too much to bear
There's nothing here for me to care
When can I leave this forsaken place
where hearts are cold in pure solace
My urge to leave so strong till now
my heart and mind so weary and dull
I write and write each passing day
hoping that time holds no delay
Wasting away a blatant monday
The mornings are slow and painful
The torment grows with each passing day
Crawling up my nerves, taking turns to play
The suffering is too much to bear
There's nothing here for me to care
When can I leave this forsaken place
where hearts are cold in pure solace
My urge to leave so strong till now
my heart and mind so weary and dull
I write and write each passing day
hoping that time holds no delay
Wasting away a blatant monday
