Casket of Inhibition
Six feet deep in despair;
The sun cannot shine here anymore.
I have destroyed the bright rays with chains of sorrow.
These shackles has lead me to my turmoil;
Preventing me from ever truly living.
My heart beats-
But to what purpose?
Simply having a conscious is only existing.
And there I am;
In my box of misery, I lay.
While others awaken and see the yellow stream of hope,
I peel open my eyes and meet the gaze of agony;
Peering inside my hollow shell.
It feeds on the weak and hopeless;
And I am its perfect candidate.
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