The time we have is wasted
Upon pillars of hours spent
Suffocated by piles upon piles of tedious work
Our days exceedingly locked away
Our hands never stopping to delay
Slowly drowning in the depths of open sea
Air taken away from struggling lungs
Arms flailing around trying to grasp something solid
Fighting for the breath stolen
It’s a coffin keeping us trapped
Snuffing out any life
A candle who burned bright
Being doused in water
Quicksand sucking at your soul
Tugging away your freedom
It’s the work that we receive
Locked away in our hole of despair
Gasping for breath we heave our chests
And yet the work remains