Life on Toenails

Mornings bring

Endless

Battlefields and

Make me take

Arms.

I shoot birds 

Of hope with

Compulsive

Despair.

Burn budding

Stories with

Half smoked

Cigars.

I've ruined my

Room's walls

With the stains

Of my blood.

Have hit the

Rock bottom

With a pretty

Good thud.

Blue skies are

Just empty wells.

I've chosen death

As my winter wear.

Sorry, you seem

To have something

Else to say..

I wasn't listening..

I've a day to pass,

A war to win.

And prepare myself

For a apocalypse

By night. 

A turmoil in head.

Shipwreck in ribcage.

Tremors to run-down 

My legs..Life stands 

On toenails.