Days become longer & harder to swallow,
Doomed as a marter,
I'm stuck on the bottle.
Inside looking out,
But no insides are left.
For I'm clouded by doubt & riddled with stress.
What else is left?
Sometimes I will ponder,
How to undo this mess before I'm a gonner.
Stuck in my ways,
This part I know.
So I work through my days,
And I stay home alone.
Now I'm not a villen,
But my lifes like a monster,
That just keeps on killin as my days become longer.
Somehow I stay stronger,
Im still alive,
All I can do is continue to strive,
And continue to struggle.
Keep going...keep trying to get through my troubles.
I know it sounds rough cause I'm no good at suttle.
Till I've had enough...hard work makes me humble.
Till I start to stumble,
I think that you follow,
My days become longer and harder to swollow.


Japheth