365 days ago

There was a small cry in defense once,

Now all that makes me a man is silent.

At least we know when we’ve lived

That we’ve lived long enough to die.

I prayed my lungs would blacken

So the coughing seemed justified

But the winter months kept coming

As my craving and smoking subsided.

There was a tremble in my fingers once,

The sliding wire against my skin

That made my fingers harden.

I believed in making music once

Now I just believe in trying.