Primordial Retirement.
I've said a lot of things,
Using the same tired words.
Dusty similes repeated.
Aged metaphors uttered.
Emaciated phrases examined.
Repetitive thoughts of a sleepy poet.
Sarcastic written progession.
Familiar rhyme schemes,
Half-assed allusions.
I'm not even trying.
Is this why I started?
So I can end up like this?
More apathy than ink.
Bleeding in the water.
Inspiration down the drain.
I lost the fire.
Lost my edge.
Honestly, I lost it all.
I'm giving up.
For once I quit.
I'm backing out,
fading back into the crowd.
The phantom overexposed,
overextended,
and now returns to the void.
Using the same tired words.
Dusty similes repeated.
Aged metaphors uttered.
Emaciated phrases examined.
Repetitive thoughts of a sleepy poet.
Sarcastic written progession.
Familiar rhyme schemes,
Half-assed allusions.
I'm not even trying.
Is this why I started?
So I can end up like this?
More apathy than ink.
Bleeding in the water.
Inspiration down the drain.
I lost the fire.
Lost my edge.
Honestly, I lost it all.
I'm giving up.
For once I quit.
I'm backing out,
fading back into the crowd.
The phantom overexposed,
overextended,
and now returns to the void.