3Loosing Control
While I sit here all alone,
My life slowly ticks away,
My youth escapes my body,
My hope escapes my soul,
I'm slowly being dragged away,
Every second of everyday.
What will become of my forsaken life?
What will become of those I love?
Those I hate? Those I covet?
Those I dream about?
And those I have not met?
I have not one escape.
Why do I feel this way?
Why can't I see?
There is value in life.
There is value in me.
Pity is my one true friend,
Depression my one ally,
Someday I will leave this earth,
I'll be glad when I can die.
I'm dragged down even further,
Tumbling though an endless well,
Deeper through the crusty earth,
Into the gates of hell.
Depressed and alone,
I sit in my cell,
While the fire eats away at me,
While I sit in a dusty shell.
I am a shadow of what I was,
A shadow of what I will be.
My life has been engulfed by flame,
This flame of despair and pity.
What is left in this world for me?
There is no clear escape.
For now I sit, alone and scared,
Wondering what would have become of me,
What could have been my faith.
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