The 2 A.M Writer

Monday

Give me my dose

It\'s what gets me by

I can see it in your eyes

Child, it\'s only Monday

What this week will hold for you

The days almost a numb chill

I\'m on the fringe of fatigue and apathy

Sleep or disbelief, I don\'t care

Your face

It\'s a dirty mirror

A photo album that marks past bruise

I\'m addicted to the caffeine like a junkie

I only wanted to see the world

I only wanted to find my ship and sail

But my sails were already torn

Before I could even drown

Drown so deep

A watery grave

I\'m buried in sand

I only want the lead to be as numb as I am

My letter yellow and scarlet red

Sleep givers, take me to my slumber

....

It\'s only Tuesday