Procrastination
Procrastination
Bloated; the feeling of you getting filled with the same things of the world
Old from not finding something new to make you feel young
Daily you thrive to make your life of interest to others, but mostly yourself
Yielded by emotions, that has diminished your pride
Other hopes have come about and gone with your procrastination
Floating inside your head, so when your body is caught you have gone
Time always a cheating mistress, but you always felt you could get more out of her
Hauling your depressions, to remind you of different kinds of sadness; masochistic
Evening light is the best, cause you are not fully viewed
Letting go of your childhood has made you forget enjoyment of silly things
Inner self is slowly crawling more into his inner self which is crawling to nothing
Violent are your fist that you feel vibrate every time in your anger
Intentionally seeking attention, bad not a good whore at it
Null is now your favorite word
Going with out a goal
It has swallowed you whole whatever it is...
Never mind returning bliss
Thinking about all the good times you could have, but you went ahead and missed
How much more self loathing are you going to give?
Even children get over scrapped knees
Having nothing but to agree to self-pity
Open your mind and eat the many things that should be searched
Use your will again, instead of a pulse to keep living
Sense your self once more and maybe you love will also
Everything could be something
Ogre lurking inside must be killed by your own sword
Forgive and the apologies will feel like candy in your mouth
Timidness is not an option
Help yourself do more than just thrive!
Eager are the types of happiness that are waiting
Doubt should not let you sit
Elope your mind and body together
Adjusted to much to be a copy; so unnoticeable
Death comes at the end, not during.