employee.

in my mind

my pockets are

turned out

i pawned my dreams

for rent

and electric bills

i have no more

good ideas

no more free wind

through my hair

no more trips

to distant lands

i wouldn't know

where to go

if i could

anymore

just name tags

and ugly black shoes

fake smiling faces

smiling back at me

and i've conned myself

into caring

for so long

that perhaps

now

i actually do

small paychecks

and

big headaches

the luxury of sleep

that i can afford

i don't

and i haven't

for a long

long time

spending my last

few dollars

on poison

so many poisons

it makes no

difference

they're all toxic

it's all toxic

and i'll only know

how fast it's been

killing me

at the end

and i'll wish

i had done it

differently

only

it will be

too late

...