Built for chores

Another Monday morning… The headache hums my name Clock on the wall keeps laughing… I forgot how to feel the same Empty cup in my hand… or is that just my chest? I used to dream in color… now awake it’s grey at best A heart of coffee stains… drinking dreams to death Life in someone else’s skin, their routine, their fake spin Shaking hands with people I don’t know, counting hours till I can go Their dark eyes grin while I’m dissolving, fading, and hating Turning into outlines, into silence — no one left to hear me I’m becoming empty, hollowed out and paper thin Silence walks beside me when the shadows close in Just another number, just a replaceable face Spinning in this machine… slowly vanishing without a trace I’m becoming empty, hollowed out and paper thin Silence walks beside me, it’s screaming, no one lets it in Just another number, just a replaceable face Spinning in this disease… vanish without a trace Late nights bleeding all the feeling, asking where I went Years traded for a paycheck and a name spent Never late, never loud, just holding on in the crowd But I watched myself disappear… between the passing frown Built these hands just for chores Weekends dissolved into weakness Why go when I’m nowhere anymore? Old photos belong to someone else I’m becoming empty, can’t even feel the pain Silence constant, spinning in my brain Just a cog in the machine, gears grinding in my shame Slowly disappearing… nothing left to save Mirror shows a stranger with my tired eyes I whisper to him “who are you?” but he never speaks I sold my tomorrow for what? I don’t even know Now I’m walking breathing but I faded long ago …cog in the machine… Where did I go? …cog in the machine… …where did I go? Why did you bring me here? Do you even know? Why did you leave me? Was I supposed to grow? Here I am… nothing. Did you want me to disappear? With a wave of your hand Did you want me to fade away slow? Tell me… was this always the plan? Just a ghost in the machine… with nowhere left to go