Daylight brings confusion
Drug induced illusions
Multiple infusions
Pill popping delusions.
Drag the living corpse downstairs
Place it in the usual chair
It slurps the coffee waiting there
Screams inside “It’s so unfair!”
Watch it smoke a cigarette
Laced with anger
Pain, regret.
Then once it’s settled for the day
Watch it type its life away
Sitting there with nowt to say
Same old shit
Just different days.
Reah Roberts ©2013
Tales From Behind A Cushion 