My world with darkness wrought,
my mind feuding over sane thought.
Out of the dark hole into which I stare
the abyss replies with a glare.
Yet I feel no sorrow nor fear.
I feel nothing, I shed no tear
for the emotions I once possessed
are now far removed from my heart’s crest.
My blood boils with resignation
and my nerves are without sensation.
Regret and shame are strange and foreign.
Anger and sorrow give no words nor grin.
Joy has forsaken my spirit.
As for hope, there is none to interpret.
What remains of my soul is all
but faith refusing to fall.
Memories are shadows of the past along
shared with people long since gone.
Yet their ghosts haunt the corridors
of every corner of dusk’s lores.
The future’s sun scorches, uncaring,
all hopes for a happy ending.
So let me die, let me be.
Set me free…