Watching the television, wasting your dime a dozen. Studying your physicality, the brutality of words. Burning deceit, to the skin. But the brand, never forgotten.
Sleep deprivation from all the nightmares. That are bound to your soul. Just give me a gun, and send me away. The systematic crunching of youth. Just another number, a walking dollar sign. Just another cross stabbed into the ground.
I can't help being restless the nervous gripe always gets to me. Eyes screaming for my body to sleep. Trip and stumble over some sort of expectation. Pick your poison or just rot away.