i'm reminded of you by the smallest of things
and i see you in every mile between us,
for i'm stumbling across a wire over the crevice of a mind
which fills more everyday with bruises, tears, and dust.
i'm resigning myself more and more to the
natural deterioration of an indecisive soul,
and i claw around and slowly drown
and become the walking personification of the lack of control.
how do i escape this self-piteous torture chamber,
this bomb-shelter built by bricks of blown opportunity.
i just wish i could look beyond this distorted mirror
and see myself the way others see me.
but i'm chained and shackled to the scale of my zodiac
and am starving for a small piece of control
hungry for fulfillment, and full with emptiness,
leaves me shrinking and grasping for the happiness it stole.
my mornings are always lonely, being the first to wake
and at 4 am my dreams end and open my eyes
there's nothing worse than finding yourself in a black and blank room
and having to lie there alone waiting for the sun to rise