Monday

The 2 A.M Writer

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 

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