My office is a perpetual tomb, which is my head Every night ardently I work Simply to unload the heavy thoughts constricting my brain As I discharge my heart, relieve my mind, and release my soul Empty I always feel, with no reason to live

 

My then vacant head becomes filled with tears Running behind the curtains of my eyes With only their saltiness as the witness of my existence It often becomes easy to think of ending the painful battle The constant struggle for the next breath Fortunately, every morning, as the sun comes up, with it, are the many reasons to continue to fight, though in vain it often seems

 

One by one, the smiles and hugs start to multiply I slowly open my eyes and with the same careful precision gently & secretly walk away from the edge of unforgivable thoughts As the blessings of the day begin to accumulate I attempt to desperately keep an account  Fortunately, so many are they that I fail to keep track

 

Those blessings are my rope… The railing on the ledge of my nocturnal existence Which always hold me in the morning Until the night… once again, grabs a hold of my soul