Why Are You Worried

He looked down to me, and asked so coy, “Now do you see, you silly boy?” A failing effigy, a dark being in employ. If there is a smile, the fate has been decided. A face posed in guile, hoping I minded. This is the last drop, the last ounce of force. A wanting for it to stop, the ship left to its course. No energy, no reasoning to be left alive. I can’t seem to see, this is a solution to thrive. A worried thought for me, hoping suicide won’t arrive? Are you so worried, that you have no trust. I thought you were freed, all contact mussed. A life no longer bound, to the monster in me. Can you even hear the sound, the voice I used to be? Memories of me are fading, thoughts of yours misplaced. I was left waiting, but I’m just laid to waste.