Steadily waiting to live my life,
I try to make things right,
the deamons inside my mind strive agianst me,
So as they prevail,
I am kept caged behind hopeless eyes,
buried in hatred and denial to rot,
I have become but a pile of rubble and compost,
trapped in my thoughts,
I'm slowly washed bare from constant **
I'm left with the outcome of my own decisions,
which are those of my last breaths incisions,
never forgetting what brought these worries to my plate
on I wait,
With nothing but time,
to listen to others heart felt rhymes