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One More Day.

rewiiired

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Oh no, not you again.
The sordid sonuvabitch stuck inside his head.
Ever take a look outside, my friend?
Or are you too busy kicking around the dead?

One more day and I'm kicking you out.
One more day and I'm kicking you in the ass.
One more day of nothing and I'm
busting my fist straight through this glass.
Don't you fuck with me.

Just go, I'm through with you.
I'm sick and pissed, just go to your room.
Don't you ever hunger for something new? You, you're
too stuck on the past and your prophecies of doom.

One more day of agnst, pessimism, doubt beneath the mask.
One more day of that and I'm loosing my foot in your ass.
One more day of nothing and I'm
walking out and I'm not coming back.
Don't you fuck with me.
Don't you fucking ignore me.

I'm part of you, too, and I'm
sick of the self portrait you've drawn.
We deserve better than this, we deserve
to let go and grow, to accept and move on.

I'm part of you, too, and I'm
sick of the look you give us when we wake up.
The days, they're passing by us, losses piling up.

One more day.
I'll give you one more day.

But you're too stuck in the dark in here
to see the sunny days.

One more day.

But you're too damned convinced it's the world
and not your eyes that you can't
cut through this cloudy vision.

One more day
till I blow the walls away.

Outside, the sun is rising.
But you're just stuck in your picture of you again.
Outside, a life is free and breathing.
Your stuck in the dark with the dead and boy,
you're suffocating.

Suffocating
and slowly dying.
 
This post actually makes me a little moist. Good to know the sad and desperate voices of the mind can get a swift kick in the ass and a placement on notice. Very well written and almost universal.

I hope you kick it out into the light of day soon. And I hope I do, too.
 
Outside, the sun is rising.
But you're just stuck in your picture of you again.
Outside, a life is free and breathing.
Your stuck in the dark with the dead and boy,
you're suffocating.

yeah every once in a while I find the air just a bit too stifling as well. very well written and insightful piece. great job!

~Shelly~
 
I'm part of you, too, and I'm
sick of the look you give us when we wake up.
The days, they're passing by us, losses piling up.


I think I can relate.. sometimes I feel alone in these problems but, then someone helps me realize that I am not!
 
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