Waking Up Dead

Every day’s lifetime an adjustment
Silence from you
I expected as much,
I should have known.

27 club club and as such,
dead alone.

I can’t tell you what I’m dealing with, anymore.
I’m not a consolation prize, I’m on no one’s
b a c k b u r n e r.

I had heard the song of the Heavens,
that you start to feel non-existent
I always wondered, at Sevens.
Now my skin feels foreign to me,
Like I’m not really here.

I don’t know why.
I’m not really clear.

Published by mikelenczycki

Not Anybody.

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