The Burden

I'm splitting hairs on conversations

Questioning all prior obligations

Searching for galaxies in hidden constallations

Breaking the bank, creating further frustration

I've used up the surplus of my venacular

And a gift I'd loved spectacular

Is now left dry,

So what's left now to try?

This has gone beyond thoughts of suicide,

Just plain giving up, becoming just another in the mass

no sunday morning sermon, just a pain in the ass

watch the horizon

you'll see no sun rising

just a man who gave up the fight

walking off into the cold dead night