"end some"

the pain returns
it fills in for the dreams when in daylight they can't hunt you.
twisting your stomach, leaving you bound and writhing.
shaking this almost empty container..
pastel colors dance down your throat.
numbing you into submission.
the dying day makes its way thru your curtains,
pink containment washes over your walls.
you sit slumped against some corner..
reliving it all.
their ashes, your spectacles.
nothing can lift the corners of your mouth anymore.
its just another segment of time.
its just another period of waiting.
until the sun returns.
until the birds wake up..
and i can be alone,
on the outside.
staring thru faces.
you go do your job.
working, paying to be here..
when everyday.. you go home.
when everyday.. you wake up.
alone.
collecting your greenery.
sleeping in your headphones
pretending you are alive.
the grey takes over the city.
the grey masks everything..
with winter apathy.
you fold your hands and recline into the ceiling.
as the neighbors dance, and eat, and cry above you.
unobtainable life.. the introverts don't feel.
the pain returns,
embodiment of codependency.
peaceless little trick,
the nervous twitch, you call living.

/close./