Sacrosanct

Stare at a wall. Torn wrists, postcards pinned of anywhere else I'd rather be

Stuck in these cages. Life's not worth living, sick and stagnant

Count down the minutes, wake up and start over again. A stack of books waits to be touched

Give back my time

Dream of where the days are longer. I've been wasted, I've grown older

When the times comes, comes to die, find me down stream, creek runs high

Move my feet one at a time, move my feet, I'll be alright

Wither away, stuck in the machine, try to hide the pain. Faces on a wall, remnants of life frozen

Ignore all that I am. Serve myself delusions of wealth, false hope

Jump off the cliff, don't look down. Hold on, it wont be long. Six feet underground