I spent all night Redrafting thoughts I'd crafted out of love And hate and spite And selfishness, of all my darkest fetishes Of all my least abhorrent, boring Observations, constellations In the sky at night Made out off fleeting words and notes That are ten million miles away Dying as we watch them glow Dying, as we watch we know There's little we can do But sit and watch them turn the screw And hope some of our lives are true All my moods are bottled And all my dreams are down Lazing, living, lying in this lull I spent all morning falling deeper Into sleep deprived Of any urge to leave the bed On which I rest my weary head So tired with no reason So listless and so lost The cost of an unhealthy diet And a lack of exercise And when I rise I rise merely temporarily To smoke and watch some video Which tells me something I already know And I get to feel right A feeling I feel nearly constantly Seriously? Honestly? It's the comfort in my laze but All my moods are bottled And all my dreams are down Lazing, living, lying in this lull All my considerations Are trivial at best I guess everything's already been Said Here lies the writer With no epitaph or gravestone Just a wooden fucking coffin And a note There's something sketched Onto a worn-out piece of paper Shoved into his stylish sheepskin coat I read timidly I asked it to be poignant I cheer it from the sidelines To be beautiful and great But nothing struck me Other than disappointment I truly hope that death is worth the wait