A bad day

can hear bones crack and scream. What you see may not always be as it seems, blood runs down the sewer in streams and refuses to let you forget. No muss no fuss, fuck that you won and I'm screaming bloody murder hoping their ears have rung. Do you like it yet? Life = regret and if you want to come out on top you've got a ways to go yet. Tell me the life story of the girl you never knew, the one you always dreamed about but she never saw you. Perhaps her circumstances will open her sleeping eyes, and let her realize how far she really is from the sky. My, oh my what a tragic sight. When she sits in defeat, still knowing she was right. Can you give me one last breath? One more smile before you go. A reminder that I'm still human, so the memory never goes. What happens when you can't tell love from hate anymore? Call it quits or try some more? I can feel the waste that is me, see the face that used to glow, but only exists blankly now for cheap show. I'll take a hit to erase this and a drink to wash it down, and I'll watch the world unravel with but a passive frown.