My days have been blending together like a really boring movie.
The ingredients of it making the lousiest smoothie.
Deceivingly red you'd assume strawberry or cherry.
But no. Once it hits my tongue things grow scary.
Tastebud's flooding with my sweet yet metallic tang of blood as I watch the amounts consumed grow deadly.
Containing a bit of dread, as I play the character with a noisy head.
A big pinch of guilt that I'm not more mentally carefree instead.
A sprinkle of indolent, that after indulging makes me feel less than stale white bread.
Forcing me to feel my plot lacking in love, the closest romantic interest being my bed.
Like it's after taste I try my best to embrace the role of entertainer, passing on good times and laughter to friends.
But still with all that joyous effort I can't help wonder if this is how it's gonna be till it ends?
Is my life gonna be nothing but deep dish and sleep ins?
Am I gonna spend the wake of time here in nothing but hotel inns?
Will I forever be haunted by the weight of my sins?
Or in time will my love for live once again fizz?
All these questions leave me with doubt.
Wondering if I'll ever get out.
For day to day all this motion picture leaves is the same odd unsatisfied taste in my mouth.
-H
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