refreshed purpose...

Aih. The whole idea of writing from a fantasy point of view has been in vain. It was a stupid idea in the first place, anyhow. Shame to let a blog go to waste, so I'll use this as my poetry archive, not that anyone noticed. Oh well. It's all for the better.

Falling out of Bed

I fall out of bed
In the morning
And I want to crawl back in
But I can't

I hobble into the bathroom
Picking up the toothbrush
And look into the mirror
I see death

I pull on my clothes
Onto a fading wreck
And I feel the dying heartbeat
I choke

I walk down to breakfast
Alone into the room
And pick up my coffee
The cup spills

I walk out the door
To face the careless world
And I halt
As I drop lifeless to the floor

Jin out.