Here again, with no surprise
On this course, no way to comprise
Caught in the recess of this dark grim place
Unable to move forward, stuck in space
Strange odious encompassing emotions, will these last?
Holding on but losing grasp…
Life becoming one big blur, feels like a fire
Without a stir
Things growing cold…oh, so very fast…
To become a memory of the past,
Perhaps just a nightmare, merely called a dream…
Could it be that things aren’t what they seem?
Ever growing never ending,
Gaping hole of self-hatred, significant loathing
Heavy hearts, with tired minds
Full of anger, doing time
A ghastly created void of sorrow,
That cannot be undone with time, by no ‘marrow.