Stagnant in my insuperable sorrow,
As the sullen Sun slowly sets;
I have used up all the time I could borrow,
And spent all the life one beast gets.
I slowly draw my last breath,
And fall asleep,
And dream of death.
I'll alight to life tomorrow-
Oh! What desolate regret!
Deep pain does sorely follow
In this rent I can't forget.
Suffer through the greatest fears:
Phantom spiders burrow
Into my ringing ears.
So precarious upon this precipice,
How is there still more to fall?
Am I truly stuck with no egress?
This isn't what I want at all.
I cry under overcast Skies
For I still have hope
For life's greatest highs.
Frigid winds pushing forth my rigid back,
Leaving behind shattered ruins of my past;
Switching off this dead-end track,
This dance with death has been my last.