Think

When you've accepted who you are today
and you've settled with how the shadows loom
you rise from your bed every day
hearing ghosts from the other room

When you realize you've reached your potential and it fell short of the goal you've set
smiles achieved by others beside you
sometimes throw balm on the burns you get

It is a fucking sad day
when you find out you have so much love to give
indeed a powerfully sad day
because, wasted, it leaked out like a sieve

register your smile with the kid
register your apathy with the wife
turn your head, ignore your reflections
for the rest of your goddamn life

There's a quiet place in my head
blackened reflections on shiny surfaces
voices of the dead, and shadows of dread
This walks the halls of my home.