Clipped

Remote control soul filling the hole
Stomach it down the image and sound

Caffeine high gets me walking through the day
Can't begin to tame the demons anyway

Slight of mental good invades my life
Nothing to conflict with the routine strife

Rotting to dust, decaying and seated
Leaving only memories to the air, depleted

Sucking this life out of a mug, no ending
Lasting impression alone, death pending

Falling through myself, lingering rerun
Somehow the will escapes the heart, the sickness has just begun