Soulless Habit

You Can See Me Through The Night

you say that you're a dreamer,

yet you're always using mine

I hope one day you wake up to the sky

instead of the mirror you've positioned real time

it's sad to think a glimpse of you once stood well and tall

now you're only history

one that's written small

to fall into your trap of hell

so cunning and so bright

is like wishing for a warm fire when your drenched in gasoline

right?

the black hole your soul's become

reminds me of a song

a song you've written for yourself

you sing it all day long

please forgive me when i say

i laughed myself to sleep

thinking you could once be a man

yet that's just "too deep"

the days are growing stronger

something you know nothing of

you've surrounded yourself with distraction

to keep from thinking too long

if it helps to put things in perspective

why not use a dictionary

we know it helps you sleep at night 

once you've "defined" my destiny

i can't explain how free i am 

to know that you're so gone

my wings have grown 

so big

i've been soaring since the dawn

farewell my soulless habit

your time is over done

please bless the people you inflict

lets hope their heart beats strong.

* I wrote this poem about a bad "habit" you know what I'm talking about.

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Polaroid picture was taken camping several weeks ago.

I felt it spoke words to this poem.