Routine

Dear diary
My heart bleeds
In pure agony
My soul is torn
Beyond the world
Where we all burn

I cannot feel anymore
Walking alone
Those dreams were a lie
We don’t see them before we die
Everyone lies but the one tells the truth
Even if it deeply hurts you

Fighting my demons
I feel powerless
All sensitive and lost
I walk regardless
Through this hell to see
The dawn so damn real

Broken and traumatized
Lying every morning like paralyzed
I don’t hear the voice of my mind
Wandering around like blind
I seek this inner peace
They call eternal bliss

Hypocrisy
Burnt memories
They’re feasting on death
Holding still their breath
As the wine isn’t that spicy
To kill off that putrid fetidity

I’m tired of this endless stress
Losing my temper and hair
Trying to rise out of bed and dress
Every morning I leave my lair
To head to work to look at all those faces
Just to know the world is falling apart these days

Dear diary
What a mess
What an irony
More or less
I’m going through
Just to keep the truth