Some days it’s hard to find,

The daylight that died in shadow.

It sunk trying to leave the cold behind,

Trying to warm the souls below.

Some days we wish we’d never part,

An anti-hero looking for their pride.

Blood pressure lessens, shot by fatal dart,

Dropping to Hell in my black screwed slide.

Some days I drink until I fall,

A burning throat calms my thought.

It drags me under the pollution pall,

Watching workers beaten, as though bought.

Some days I want to cry the ocean dry,

Let my salt sting the lips of purest lost.

Start over again with broadening sky,

And I’ll be the coward that bitches bossed.

Some days I want to cut out my heart,

Squeeze out the essence of silenced people.

Your quiet is nice in the over apart,

I glued your lips together with fudged treacle.

Some days it’s hard to believe,

That the light of my future was oh so blend.

It all fell down where others cannot see,

Some day to accept that we’ll meet our end.