I’ve watched these people like clockwork go to a job that they hate.
Watching the clock till it hits midday
Wondering when their plight will end.
Suffering inside of a box missing the days they laughed with their friends.
The man goes to the bar after work. Drinking away his sorrows like the alcohol will cauterize his hurt.
Too drunk to face any of his fears he keeps on drinking like the alcohol will drown out the tears.
The office man has a face of stone.
Because he knows that there’s no one to welcome him home.
The office man has lost his hope.
The fact that his life will never change he hates the most.
Wondering what he did to deserve this office life.
His ambitions fade out with the sounds of his cries.
This building of souls can break hearts if you let it.
Tearing apart dreams and leaving your ambitions to rot.
It doesn’t matter if you’re ready for your dreams to be crushed or not.
You’ll watch them die as you rot in your box.
The woman is outside on her porch smoking a cigarette over the baby she just had to abort.
No amount of words can describe the pain that she feels.
The type of pain that no amount of medicine can heal.
All she has now is her office job and a boy that’s all she wants.
She finishes her cigarette as she coughs and she chokes.
Not knowing the boy she’s built her whole life around is a joke.
She plans to elope with someone who had his mistress proofread the vows he had wrote.
The office woman has lost all hope.
The fact that her life is a spiraling mess is what she hates the most.
Wondering what she did to deserve this office life.
Her self worth fades out with the sound of her cries.
I’ve watched these people like clockwork go to a job that they hate.
Wishing and hoping for their life to change.
All of the sounds that I hear make me nauseous
The sound. the plight of the office.
SwampCreature
