The Long wait

Back breaking labor, inhuman jobs
wrought in my fire, the bond with my boss.
The steps in front of my house lay littered so
By newspapers for the week left in a careless haze.

I enter my room,search frantically
I find what i needed I return to my melancholy
I wait, for what I do not know
I am so lost in this loopy maze.

The smoke of my lungs fill the room
the black glass empties itself on my tomb,
a black deal i had carved so long ago
I want to do nothing just sit and gaze

Can i want? can i feel ? Can i Say??can I??
This is no question it is my faded destiny
a deadened job,a filthy hell in cold
I want no more I will quit the job in 2 days.

So contended with my daily judgement I go lay.
Alone in my bed at the ceiling i stare.
The smoke of my lungs fill the empty room
the black glass empties itself on my tomb!!