Revolution's disgrace, was a smut on the face
But now's shit the new norm, been on it for days
No sweat, nightmares, and noises could wake me
When I flew before I slept, like how it shall be

There are days when I wake up smooth as hell
Constant productivity, they'll never know my spell
Yet somedays I hope, to never wake up anymore
Unwillingness to live, drags me down the floor

I went to school, compelled to listen, then I sleep
Music aids disturbance, when I couldn't take a trip
Slight moments of socialization, be it but forced
Lack of passion to speak, I lost the cheap source

I wish I decided, regarding to the consequences
When I realize that life's like a burning cigarettes
Blew the silhouette, it's visible, yet not so long
Each sip quicken, fleeting time, I did so wrong



© Dizon