Glass eyed,
Destitute stares,
Savagely consumed by this empty space.
I cry pleading to the hollowness of,
These four bleak walls,
But I do not hear, nor see another living soul,
Only the reflection of my despairing face.

I question my existence,
My tongue coated with the sour,
Taste of my own termination.
Thoughts shattered aspirations torn,
Deceased with this on going,
Feeling of devastation.