What's It For?

Waking up not knowing when I fell asleep
Is this really reality?
Or just a dream?
Catching phrases from well known strangers
Misplaced by their thoughts
Still breathing from these bullets
But you can take another shot
What happened to those times,
When you could trust at least one soul?
Left beaten and abandoned
Lying in this shattered hole
Curiosity that gently kills
As death lies warm inside my drawer
If my only hope is in a well built coffin,
Then what is this life for?