And So On, and So On

And so it goes, I find myself, alone, alone, on a dusty shelf. I am filled with words, and pages unturned, stories untold, and no lessons learned. My will is weak, my mind is lost, my insides black, I pay the cost. This life I've led, has crossed the line, I've sinned and bled, ignored the signs. And so I know, I will not rise, my never ending restlessness, my welcoming demise. From the bottom, I'm looking up, there is no light, I gave it up. Forever young, my soul is old, my body ash, my story told.