Vents of A Sinner

Life When You're Dead

Another morning, brightness burning my eyes
The coffee screaming at me again
Another day, fake a smile, nothing but lies.
Every day, repeat, suffering begin.

I sit at my desk, feeling the void in my chest
Head throbbing, mind blurring, I feel as if I am dead
Engage with others, repeat the same shitfest
Expose a problem, see a doctor, get another med.