| Once awake I was — vibrant with a thirst for life
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| An insatiable hunger for the word and everything it had to offer
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| Come on, anything, anyone, anywhere, anytime
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| No challenge too great to overcome
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| Possessed by a determination to be strong and survive
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| Now the world passes me by unnoticed
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| I can barely crawl out of bed, let alone find the motivation to go on
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| Feeding this useless machine of rust old broken parts
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| Falling apart from wear, weathered by use and abuse that never seem to fit
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| together, no matter how hard I try
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| Everyday a new puzzle left unsolved
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| The future never held less meaning
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| Once awake I close my eyes and simply drift away
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| My thirst has been drowned
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| My hunger has been quelled
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| I am nauseous from the feast of life
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| There is nothing left of me, there is nothing left for me
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| No passion, no hear, no purpose, no soul
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| Never shall I be what I once was
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| A dreamless sleep I seek
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| Once awake I was |