Yesterday's Night, Today's Morning

I lay here, thinking so hard with no movement and reflecting on a world that's ability to depress is infinate, and I can see the time go, nothing I can do will reform me, nor this place.

A solid still, beats onward, shamefully.
An obvious expression, faithless vacancy, low breath.
Insinuating silence, shelling a truth, beats later.
What a useless invention for prosperity.
Solo and flatened, unavailablely bitter, crushed.
A regretful plain, sincerely spoken, drudged upon.
Incomplete solitude, still beats, caged explorer.
One room entirely drowned in feigned hopeful figures.
Motionlessly uninspired, sunken deep in the shadows.
Squalid truthful contentment, reached unaccomplishing.
Materially beatless, solely achieving ruination.
Blissful beats onward, unspoken remorse, illegable.
Glimmer unspectated and unintentively through
forgotten past to expose and avail blind eyes,
ungratifying, to acquire a unfulfilled hope.
Whitewashing the dreams dreamt passionately.