Graveyard Shifts

6:30 a.m
Must pry eyes open
Must forget the world of dreams
To carry on with the day

Brain now screams for another vessel
Arms and legs still sleep away
I am here in body but not in spirit
To work alone
The graveyard shifts

11:30 a.m
Clumsy now
Fast retreat
Burn my eyes
The cigarettes weep
1st break at work
1st sign of peace
Saturate the temple
In tears of heat
Flooding down into the streets
Where my heart would be
If it hadnt rotted green
Where I could have been serene with women, booze and freedom

2:00 p.m
Lunch has come to an end
Much like the pleasure of being full bellied
Satisfied and Sociable
I have become rarely sociable
Buried in words
Most of which are not good to speak
Usually are not very coture to hear
They taint my tongue
Stain my mouth
and coat my teeth
In bacteria.

"Rebecca Dickens you are a cocksucker
An immaculate consumer whore
You ruin my world you maggot worm
Stop digging tunnels in my cheeks."

3:33 p.m
Get me out of this hell!
My shoes are wet and my throat is numb
Repitition has
Fucked the world dead and dry
I can only hold such a fake facade for so long
I do not want to be nice to you
Or help you in anyway
Or thank you for your time
Your business
Or your slave money
My dick will never stand up again
and it laughs at me for doing this to myself
While I fuck the world dead and dry

5:30 p.m
Is there really anything left to say about
5:30 p.m?
Labotomized
Almost there
Ass end up, Waving high in the air
If I could only take this down
Without coughing myself stupid
Tearing my inards up for blood
Something human
and crimson
Beautiful colour to see at 5:30 p.m
especially when it's spewed on the screen
It makes me smile to see that at least
there is still some form of rebellion in my pain
Fuel in my hatred
Energy in this maddness

7:30 p.m
No more customers
No more liars
No more fuckers
Masochists
Sadists
Machinists
Wage slaves
Soldiers
Losers
Downers
and down right cunts
I am free of the shackles of time control
Finally get to crawl into the pub
Maybe sit down at home with a jug or 2 of wine
Whiskey, Beer, or anything releaving
Or so I choose to believe for the next 6 - 7 hours
Would you look at that
Already counting
Counting down to doomsday
Remorse
More regret
Another drink or drinks
Another day of piss

Stinking... Warm... Piss