dead flowers

Four in the morning, I'm wasting away

When everyone else is just starting there day

I'm fighting for sleep, trying to close my eyes

For the first time since sunlight lit up the skies

Eventually I'll reach for the bottle and some pills

Swallow it all and await for the thrills

The thrills of my dreams that I sadly wish were real

Because false reality is all that I can feel

It's all I can see now a days

Since I'm constantly caught up in some sort of daize

Hell, at every hour, I'm wasting away

Just waiting for the end to another wasted day

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[Jb]

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[wordaddict]

Great rhyming in a very intospective poem