The Days

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