Glaring Morning (Intro to "Midnight-Thirty")

Drag my feet to the bathroom door,
Only to discover that I am lost,
Spiraling down the steps of Decay,
“He’s gone”-“He’s left”…”I’ve been betrayed.”

Turn the dryer knob - I count to ten,
"I hope this works" as I fall to the Bathroom Queen,
I step right in and feel the warmth,
But as I step out, I am brain-dead and cold.

Hear me humble mind - hear me and heal this wound,
Destruction and Confusion from the night before,
Hearing his words repeating and I feel something..,
"I can't remember the word for it,"
"No, wait, I remember I just choose not to."

My mind is bleeding - More of my mind gone then I have left,
Brain has rusted in this emotional Hell,
Walk back down the steps of decay,
Just to see the morning sunlight awaken.

Feet by feet I reach the bus stop,
All of them waiting there - saying "Hello" to me as if I forced them to,
Standing silence - we all know thoughts fastly gather in our heads,
Except for one little boy who doesn't think before he says.
(Corruption is my Happiness)

Walk right in - people chattering away,
Like they live for something, but they all stand in the darkness,
Ah! Friend O' mine, long time no see,
She's standing there in front of the blinding sunlight.

The bell rings and I, of course, am forced to see her leave,
The only Intelligent lost among her flocking sheep,
It's 8:20 am and we walk our different ways,
Goodbye Elaine, goodbye my dearest.

Brain's too fatigued, too fried to think,
Into doors by specific times, sheep have to be flocked by 11:36 am,
Lunch Nazi glares her big blue eyes into my face,
I look away - "I can't handle this."

Savaged food saved by the Dark Lords in the dumpster,
Put onto our trays as we pray for our loved ones,
Stereotypical cook-hairnet, facial hair, manly all around,
Looks at me - "Taco Sauce?"

Sheep scatter by 1:09 pm into their afternoon classes,
One sheep scatters off to World History with Mr. Zeig Heil,
He always reads the notes to us,
As I sit there and watch the sheep copy them down.

"But not I" says the little sheep in the corner,
"Not I" she speaks,
She makes her books tidy and in order,
Then rests her head upon them.

Glorified and scared at the same time,
Walk into English II to read Julius Caesar, scene two,
One sheep befriends me and we sit there and write to each other,
But soon I have to read my part as Antonius.

"Algebra 1" I say under my breath,
Substitute teacher from English II - Here again for Ms. Algibeaut,
"How did you get that?" He asks the other sheep while I copy the answers from a worksheet,
L.D. Sheep screams, "I know" and runs to the little white board in front of the class.

Bell rings at 3:30 pm and I stick to my seat,
Picking my books up slowly then getting out of the door,
Reaching my locker, I remember He's gone,
"I can't wait 'til I talk to him - I hope he is up from his nap."

Run to my back door - listen to the doorknob squeak,
I am hungry to talk to him at 8 pm,
To listen to his voice,
To hear what he has to say about the "Me and Him" situation (or lack there of),

Carry myself to the living room,
All dressed in dark red,
I lay upon the couch,
And slowly sink into sleep at 5:30 pm.