i'm tired.
i'm sore.
i feel beaten.
i'm bored.

these eyes won't close.
the retinas burn.
these lips are cracked,
chipped&torn.

pale skin
covered in
the disfiguring
sins.

trapped in a daze,
of smoke&mirrors
that warp the mind's
eyes and enrapture
the dull glaze
of life.

mood: bruised&tired music: february -a thorn for evvery heart