[joesm1th]

my day begins with the truth burning my face
as the day wears on I face the telly
throwing a hook on every show
as if it were a giant creature that walks me through time
i have to spend living
i eat for nourishment
despair has killed my taste buds
nothing stands out, every colour is
yellow is blue is green is grey
when will this blanket lift from everything
i do not see the light at the end of the
tunnel
i only know of it in
textbooks and theory
the hope i have is painfully polite
i am happy when i close my eyes
tomorrow is a new day and things may change
the dark is my friend and
there are dreams
until the Truth shines on my face once again
 

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