Dawn creeps like a familiar foe
and wakes me hours before I should be,
this room is an empty shell
of the life I used to leave.
I wake and make my way
to find a mirror and tell my eyes
"Don't be afraid to make a change".
I find it funny that my choice of music
acts as a waving arm composer
to my distorted social suicide.
In half a day I will leave,
and make my way to a city
that may one day know my name.
Life will begin again,
and I'll know that my life has been
a multitude of preparations
for the ultimate test of eternity.
But my body aches,
my mind throbs with the beat
and my soul wants to rip away
"Leave Now!"
I want to beat my head against the wall
to coerce sleep to en-wrap
en-trap
me
and take me to the time I can leave.
But there is still a few things left to do
and when serial killer me
wipes my life from this frame of time
it will leave no trace evidence
that death may use to catch me.
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