Cryogenic Pride

I'll take my pride right off the shelf
and slam it through the ground.
I'll take my dignity inside
and like a mutt it go to the pound.

I'll take my melting pot of heart
and cryogenically freeze dry it.
I'll take polychromatic mind
and I'll take some black to dye it.

This is my call.
This is my life.
This is me.

Day of the Week

Some days I feel alone.
Some days I feel I'm free.
Some days I feel I'm not unknown.
Some days I feel I'm me.

Some days I feel bravado.
Some days I feel I'm square.
Some days I feel I'm all alone.
And I'll be the only one there.

Some days I feel pure hatrid.
Some days I feel unsure.
Some days I feel I'm dead inside.
Some days I feel I'm near.

Some days I feel I'm hated.
Some days I feel I'm bored.
Some days I feel I'm horrible.
Some days I am a whore.

Some days I'm just too critical
I'm wasting all your time.
Some days I feel I'm all alone.
A stitch stuck within time.