All my mind is drowning away
Unknown and unsure since sun peaked in
Tired and heavy-eyed till night became gross
I can feel the bags pulling my body down like anchors
No inspiration, boredom till you drop faceless
Leave a mark on the eyes that's proof enough
Rest is a man's real friend for comfort
Surrender to the tide of cotton and silk
Because for once in my life I'm oppressed by day
Suppressed by the time I thought I had
Watch the clocks click away as I wish I had more of it
Tick, tock, listen! All who are weary
For with purpose we live and strive for more
And without we're just walking tombstones
Giant fishes swimming from pageant to pageant
Beauty to beauty, soon we'll be dust to dust
7/25/2009
Sleep Till You're Sound
Written by Unknown at 11:25 PM
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