.

end of the year.


its time to go home
because these showers dont get me
clean anymore

my hair dryer is broken
and all my underwear have holes
in them.

its time to go home
because this rum wont get me
drunk anymore

these people look the same
none of the brains have souls attached
to them.

its time to go home
because i dont notice if i leave the
room anymore

my limbs are too pale
and this sunshine just wont seem to
heal them.

it time to go home
because i realize that i dont
care anymore

about any of these senseless nights.