Sunday morning blues the 2nd...

When it feels like you’ve watched a sad movie the night before,

and cold rain is washing of those dried-up tears.

When you know the scripted killings didn’t happen for real,

but still, the images come back when the morning appears.

When it feels like the blankets were full of needles,

hunting you down in that scary and worrying dream.

When daylight lets you realize it was just a nightmare,

the one besides you shivers from that awakening scream.

When it feels like reality abandoned you for a while,

and daily routine takes over to camouflage depression.

With an early morning shot of nicotine and a taste of coffee,

that comforting smile is inviting you for an hounest confession.

When it feels like darkness becomes an unwanted companion,

nights are long, days get short and lights are low.

Sharing bed, blankets, breakfast, and an ashtray

is the ultimate lifebuoy to stay out of the cold shadow.