I’m a simple blank page
Wrapped up in a cage
Living the last vestige
One minute from bliss
One lifetime from kiss
Slouching south
Deep in the cringe
Used to live for the sin
Whip hand sang
Stropped leather on flesh
Wanting it all again
Instead I’m here
Languishing between
Waiting to begin
Fly to me
I yearn to start
Month: May 2021
Bullshit laments of a white collar worker
Yearn for sleep
But keep it at bay
That distant sirens song
Oblivion calling
Rest after a day of being
Keep it away
Give just a few more hours of wake
Tomorrow brings anxiety
Sours the taste of sleep
Makes everything a little worse
A little paler
Life drained out
Trapped and uncomfortable
Too cold
Too much chatter
Not enough content
Not enough freedom
Going to work
Trapped with limited free will
No peace
Pelgris 