Dear diary

 

Day's about to break,

What's happened to the night?

Locked away in my dreams,

And it did seem,

That I didn't have to fight.

 

Everything I've come across,

Has seemed to block the way,

In the hours that I would spend,

Contemplating where such a path would end,

And if I'd be ready for the day

 

I'm clawing at the dawn,

Trying to tear back into the night,

And the life it grants,

Ignoring all commands,

Taking the day once again out of sight.

 

The hours now grow short,

On my self-destructive course,

You can see the harm,

Etched red on my arms,

For which I feel no remorse.

 

Every obstacle I've faced,

I eventually overcame,

But this one gives just one chance,

Before the torch changes hands,

And then everything's the same.

 

First light has arrived,

My eyes are on the ground,

People stare, I don't look back,

Mystified by the joy I lack,

Engines and sirens, the only sounds.

 

The light grows ever more intense,

And the day, it follows suit,

Another battle does commence,

Watching things through a lens,

The rules: be shot or outshoot.