I woke up to another hole in the mattress.

The sheets were clean, but the pillowcases reeked of what i knew the day would ensue.

Following through with the motions of my daily routine,

I sunk to the slope of the bath tub.

I prayed that the world would end before i set to it. 

The air is stale, 

and i intend to do nothing more than inhale.

So i'll tighten my grip and loosen the reins;

despondency like this comes with the tides.