the days have become lonely
just a fools hope
that one day i come home
this house wont feel so empty
passion is my worst enemy

the days pass by without warning
the whiskey bottles laying around the house
nothing but vivid memories
life has become a weed garden
filled with patches of dead flowers

the days drain the energy from my body
work has become my mistress
a body once perfectly formed
has grown into a dough ball
my health may be ruined

the days have caused me an emotional roller coaster ride
drugs have become an allied force
a force to be reckoned with
many things have become my enemy
war is inevitable

the days have tortured my soul
the blood slowly pumping
my heart is weakened
my mind lost in space
my internal organs widdling away to dust

the days have become dark
my will has been stolen
my eyes are deciving my brain
im breaking down
i am lost never to be found