Slowly but surley

Every day we are killing ourselves.

Like watching a pot boil;

Waiting for the sun to set

So you can finally be at peace

Maybe even get some rest.

How are we killing ourselves you may ask?

We drink to forget the pain,

We get high to be happy if only for a moment

However slight.

We smoke to shorten our days

So we don’t have to deal with reality.

We are slowly drifting away into a infinite slumber

Where we don’t want to wake.

We are painfully wasting away our days.

Bit by bit, waiting for infinite tomorrows,

We are slowly, but surly, killing ourselves.