passing with the voices    of the hungry and the pointless

as life trickles and drips    slips   with each tick of time    

as i remain   i deny it   the fuses stay dry and quiet

wicks and stones spark off of my skull

the twisting tangles     resisting strangles

bored with breathing     too sickened for self conceeding

reach through and rip out     the truth?

is about half decayed     it’s been played      it changed     too late

i gasp for air and ignite     i see the light     of a brand new day

dims and fades     with my standards for life

sifting through the gates of hatred      all the sands of time are wasted

i consider myself blessed      staring at the pieces that still remain 

trying not to breath     self sedated     (wieghted)

fall into the deep     half sleeping    waiting for the tide again

watch me as i shatter what still remains      How it crashes!

i haved played        it’s OK        had a bad day.