Like another day

The voice is drowning in the sea of unknown
a familiar sound of the unfriendly and dead.
all I wanted was a reason to leave my bed?

stuck in a kaleidoscope of meaningless bullshit
wondering if there is a purpose for it all.
my emotions aren't determined by the colors on my mood ring.

the sky, an open ended excuse to dive in
is filled with different shades of gloomy gray.
Sunday afternoons are my reason to escape.

dreary these days are when you're sitting alone
in a four sided cardboard of a bedroom
trying to scratch through texts of human rights for third world countries.

how I yearn for the touch of him
during the daylight the desire isn't as potent,
but at nightfall my passion is unleash when I'm the most lonely.

and as usual I'm blasting static over the silence.
it's ringing through my earlobes and my pounding through my heart.
this is just like any other day, today was like any other day.