Argyria

It’s bouncing in my head

It’s time to wake, time to wake up

Leaving my dreams behind

Today I’ll take a shower

The coffee scent lifts me up

My workplace awaits me

My suit (I’m used to wear it, I’m used to stay)

Is my disguise (the path I took, the sham I live)

Commuting on the bus

Day to day, same old faces

I promised myself to smile once again

A few more sketches done

Time for lunch and empty words

Demands I can’t refuse

Hours piling up

And when I’m done, the sun is gone

This dead end life wears me out

My disguise (away from colours, away from life)

Is all I am (afraid to differ, just going straight)

What’s my fuel? What’s my goal? What’s my value?

God! I don’t know, I’m so tired now!

Last bus gone

I must walk

Trying not

To think back

I chose this way

Too late to change

There were no choices

Take it and go ahead!

I still hear his cries, memories repressed

Buried years ago, I was grasping the spade

All those feelings fade

Within my inner child, oppressed

I was breaking hard myself!

A man can drown

In his own thoughts

Life is a leaden grey coloured stone

I should go back home

I’m losing my mind

I’m starting to feel cold

I’d rather be dead!