An Ode To The Fiftieth Minute Of A New Day

Life is full of little lies.
Like the ones we tell ourselves as the days get harder and the nights get longer.
The little lies that give us all a momentary respite from the sheer agony that is existence.
The little lies that quell us momentarily from the crashing waves of an ever stronger sea of uncertainty.
Each day it's Sigh, Cry, Get by.
Sigh, Cry, Get By.
Sigh, Cry, Get By.
Until the day that we sigh...and the tears no longer flow.
Too numb now to the tiny pricks in our heads,
The dull, throbbing pains in our heart.
Then, we Sigh, Get By, then...
We Die..