morning
rising in grey
those thoughts
just bred
blinding own mother
my mind
it's so confused
wish to get drunk
now
just not to think
for a while
turning off
some things that
breed in grey mornings
wounds are fresh
scars are itching
as years ago
now almost the same
because
mornings are hell
they will tell
the things
you dont want to listen
they will whipser them
just seconds before clock alarm
new day starts
old pains stay
all for today
all for today
all for today
all for today
all for today
all for today

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