Revelry

The morning pangs still drum out revelry
but now are cast aside in this self-made leprosy
ten days gone might as well be a thousand
but no one's counting when you're already suffering
 
So I hit the shelf and pour out some punishment
get riled up on CNN and the government
I burn my songs with a lifetime effigy
senseless days long lost in the wondering
 
Midday comes and the smoke's still stuttering
life's a mess, as my mind keeps uttering
ten days gone might as well be a thousand
but no one's counting when you're already suffering
 
I walk this path of souls silently yearning
the winds are still, and leaves are all turning
winter's near and my insides are empty
soon death will come, of which I'm deserving
 
The morning pangs still drum out revelry
but now are cast aside in this self-made leprosy