Habit

I wrote this because of a friend once. Inspiration... you never know where it will come from...

Habit

The darkness is dark, isn't it?

Restlessness usually is.

Hardworking men forget

what life is like

apart from grease

and grime

and dirt.

They lose time.

Clocks are nonexistent

but to track responsibility.

tasks. chores. burdens.

Can you feel it?

The hot air in your throat

moving backwards:

stifling, suffocating.

Life-sucking heat that

leaves you without hope.

Or will or motivation or life.

It presses down on you like

an iron with steam engaged.

Pretty soon, you are left with

no lines. wrinkles. individuality.

You are withdrawing.

Climbing far into yourself

but far from your heart

to ignore it.

If you can't see it, it's not there.

...Right?

So you find yourself in a pool

of emotionless.

stagnant. oppressive. Black.

The darkness is dark, isn't it?