6:30
I wake up at 6:30
With a body still rusty
Desperate for some coffee
I have a body to mold
That nobody wants to hold
Unheld bodies can turn cold
I go running in a world
With hateful boys and girls
They would laugh if I twirled
And love is just a small word
I want to turn into birds
That sing like nobody's heard
I write as I may change
Everything within my range
In the end, I'm still insane
And every mile that I tread
Wonders if I walk the dead
Maybe it's life that I dread
I lay myself down to sleep
I have learned dreams never keep
And my heart is left to weep
My demons become angels
And my angels are strangled
As their white wings just dangle
(C) 2011 Daniel Garcia
Wow, bitter much?! anyway, nice poem :)