Litany
This morning I was born and this evening I will die. tomorrow I will stumble through without eyes living and surviving simply means that I keep dying a litany of desperation and depression a repetition of boredom and confusion piece by piece I'll play the the same old song all day long it feels like I've done this before and I don't want to do it anymore running on the spot stuck in the first shot these walls of time I fear there is no way out of here but if I can just make it through the day I think I've finally found a way out head down work hard forget that it is happening fall asleep and end the day the memory fades away