The sky used to be my canvas
The rainbow, my color plate
Now what remains of my imagination
is how to beat the submission date.
The desire to be at the top
is what’s pulling me down
I have lost my innocent smile
All that remains is a scornful frown.
Demo, quizzes, minors, major
Life seems to be on the edge of a razor
The fuckfest continues, life drags along
All that remains in my heart is a silent song…….