morning smoke

[Furnace]

I hear the familiar sound of my alarm going off,
as I see a man in a white shirt, creeping towards me.
Panic and fear strike me senseless,
as I let out a yell to whoever it is
in my room,
creeping towards me.

Now, my senses are fully engulfed in consciousness
and I realize that it's not a stranger,
coming to place his fucking mark on my face,
but my savior, waking me up for another day.

with my alert status downgraded,
I still recall the things in life that are holding me down.
A set of lies, a group of conspirators,
friends estranged.

He was drunk when he told me that you were leaving,
a fortnight separates you from your future,
while I still wait another two weeks for mine.
You're leaving me now, at a turbulent time,
and I wonder if you'll ever know that I loved you.

Now, outside, in the cold morning mist
my lungs and legs burn
I sit there on that porch, still half-built,
wondering what you'll be doing when my life starts again.

will you be on my side, yet so far away,
or will you be a memory, forgotten for another day?

I wanna be forgotten,
and I don't wanna be reminded...

 

[cherub]

as always your writting is meaningful with that touch of strange twist of words i like.

Now, outside, in the cold morning mist
my lungs and legs burn
I sit there on that porch, still half-built,
wondering what you'll be doing when my life starts again.

that part I dunno touches me alot
I know that feeling i have been there it kinda grabs me the way you put it !