another day of sleeping

dreaming of a chance to choke

people telling me to go

i can feel their fingers poke

doesn’t feel relieving

even though my sweat is soaked

all of my unconscious hopes

put on hold with heavy ropes

wrapped around my shoulders

how did i get 10 years older

feel that fire smolder

but i’m colder

underneath the same old boulder

still no donor

still i answer to my owner

still i’m a misnomer

out of toner

my cliche a stay-home loner

– D K T


life ends. why pretend

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