I’m tired of death
Like 16:30 in a crack house
Yellow, fading light of dusk coming
Cigarette burnt lace curtains
I’m tired of life
Lungs filled with ash and dust
Reflected life in broken windows
Diseased, unable to move
I’m tired of staring at the ceiling
Waiting for the same damaged dawn
Pieces of dreams litter the floor
Staining the carpets with memory
I’m drowning, I don’t care
I’m at the inevitable collapse
Diluted, a dirty blocked drain
I woke here in the dirt
here in the dirt I remain