Worklife
Sitting awake but asleep, thinking of you
Wishing my life away, to be with you
Darkness surrounds me thought it's light outside
Something unwinds and my body shuts down.
Crawling across a gaping dark hole
Hand by hand, tearing skin and bone
Blood running free, pain I can't bear
Watching myself flooding with fear.
Feeling the smoke burn deep in my throat
Struggling on willpower, prayer and hope
Fighting the Daemon spawn down in my Hell
Wracking and coughing up phlegm at the smell.
Serated edged fingers slashing my skin
Discounted torture is free for some sin
Daily I go through this pitiful death
Watching the seconds, counting my breath.
Thirty minutes are all that is left
My heart keeps the beat, but out of my chest
Sadly I work, pressing each key
Moving the mouse, dying to be free.
It's almost time to go back home
Collect my bags and crawl back down
The fastest freeway in the land
Two miles per hour, walking on my hands.
Soon I'll be there, and feeling much better
To see your smiling face is always a getter
Please keep me safe and get me back soon
I'm sorry I moaned about my cartoon - life.
Copyright © - Duncan N. Cunningham, July 7th 2000