I wake up every day ,
Without a smile left to save ,
Trapped in this eternal routine ,
No happiness is to be seen ,
Continuously I've stood before this art ,
With pain striving to my heart ,
Hoping i can reach it if i truly perceive ,
Though, it always suffocates my chances to believe ,
As to how the night comes to drag us away ,
Ripping away our souls in it's deceitful way ,
Cruelness dripping from the blade of a knife ,
I apprehend this is merely but the way of life ,
If i could, i'd let tears mark my suffering presence ,
But i have now turned numb to this repetitive essence ,
No bother reaching for someone in my time on need ,
As it appears everyone just needs to feed ,
Lonely and quietly set to rust ,
Among all those others of which must ,
Sentious to how little our significance expands ,
I'll at least be aware of it where it stands ,
Crying inaudibly to my inner self,
I'll continue untill the glass is spilled
