Alone I dwell in this worthless mass of skin and bones
A gangrenous vessel, left in ruins, that I begrudgingly call my home
Thrown into existence without so much as an ounce of consent
A failure in every sense of the word, such has become my source of lament
Eternity spent in dissociation, locked within ponderance and reverie
Jaws of distorted reality, whose grip I may never escape
In this maw of reclusion, with only my thoughts as company
I collapse within myself in sempiternal misery
Free me from this mortal coil
Such that I may find eternal sleep
I’ve dug my own grave, within which I must now lay
This noose shall tighten as black forms from grey
Lost in the shadows of my mind
Here I stand, indulgent in my own misery
Victim of vices, devoid of virtue
The comfort I’ve found in total isolation
Has begun to gnaw at every aching fiber of my being
An echo chamber of guilt, grief, and dreams of death
From which hope and light are drained
The place where I once found solace now reflects my broken spirit
Separated from reality by blinding chasmic infinity
Set me free
Endless plight
I cannot bear to suffer more
Absent light
Caught within this teething maw
Take me where
I may never hear a sound
Spirits rise
As I’m laid into the ground