Half Life

Teach me how to live, or show me how to die. The well is oh so very deep, But oh so very dry. I'm staring at the broken glass, no longer full or empty. Struggling with my demons, devouring what's left of me. I fool myself with shallow lies, to endure another day. But night brings new sorrows, That just wont go away. Can someone save me, from this undefined affliction? Or is this crushing sorrow, My favorite new addiction? Like a strange and enigmatic creature, I feast on my own heart. What will there be left of me, once it's torn apart? I am a wraith in my reality, a stranger with imperiled eyes. A vulture of my sanity, waiting for me to die...