Smoke

The eyes keep shutting

but there's no sleep

the heart keeps beating

but there's no skip

the colour that was there

is all grey now everywhere

like a fresh body hanging from a willow

moving but without purpose

being done with Trojan horses

now just letting life run its courses

letting go and pushing away 

sitting in dark corners all day

have my thoughts in purgatory

can't paint my walls of glory

i look like I've seen a ghost

maybe becoming one is what i crave the most

unlovable as they come

scraped by everyone like a piece of gum

looking for a door to get away from the smoke filled room

hoping a window to breathe could save me from this doom

they say if you need help "ask it."

i hope it reaches me before im in a casket.