Prose and poetry

living on night

I'm living on night and dying on day,

I don't want to run away,

but life is so shitty it makes me want to,

I just want to have enough to live,

Why is it so hard to do ?

Apparently no one wants to read.

Do you think I deserve to have all that ?

Or is it just unlucky having to play this part ?

I want to leave this play, want to quit this scene,

But she stops me from running away or turn off the screen.

I'm alive, Don't know for how long,

Having damocles's sword above my head,

Trying to live or to escape this song,

Until it pierces me or splits in two my head.

I will have to play along.

I can, will, maybe...

I will have to do this once,

So that I get back my tongue.