Curled up on my bed

A cup of coffee in my hand

I look out of the window

To see the sun set

What a day it has been?

 

Early morning blues

With a lackluster sound

Buzzing through the house

Like a lifeless corpse

Trying to get by.

 

A yearning for perfection

Leads to a sort of chaos

Between the soul and the mind

Unsure of where it stands.

 

We are all corpses

Walking on the street

Seeking comfort in others

More than ourselves

Unable to lie alone

In this mundane world.