-Survival Mode-

Dear God
That sound you hear is my teeth gnashing
I can hear it too inside my head
You've cut all my means of survival
You've nothing left to take but my life
I've fought to survive this far
Tasting every last crumb I have left
But now I have nothing
What else do you want?

Cracked- by: unknown forgotten

As I watch my cigarette burn out on the carpet
Its smoke scents the room of burnt hair and tobacco
Hand hanging limp, fingers still believing it's there
And I can't move my legs

As I sit perfectly still I can only will my eyes around the room slowly
The door is still moving in micrometers back shut after it slammed the wall
My ear is focused on the minute creaking and squeek between its hinges
At this point the smoke has finally made it to my nose

A tangle of distraught spins it's web inside my slowing mind
In my right hand condensation drips slowly down the exterior of a whiskey glass
My elbow tingles on the armrest of this old chair

The door is almost half shut now
At this point the cigarette has finally burnt out
My drugged-like eyes roll to the carpet burn and butt left behind
The black hole left is bigger than expected

In it I hear what you had said
In it I see you walking away as you just did
In it's black smoldered ash I sit frozen not knowing what to do
At this point the door has stopped, cracked open
At this point my mind has stopped, cracked open
And I can't move my legs

It's all okay
As long as your by my side
Look into my eyes
But good things never last
Goodbye