I'm a nervous wreck. A hollow shell, A lifeless Lazarus brought Forth from the grave, Forced to keep on living an unnatural course of life. There is no joy. There is no light. All that remains is gray. Sun and Moon have morphed to one Barring down from the heavens. Forever engulfed in this gloom, unable to move from where I lay. Yet the cell is evermore unbearable. Stuck in this never ending purgatory Where there is no hope Only bland consistency. Excitement: dead. Senses: numb. Limbs grow gradually lifeless. Yet I cannot die, A part of the soul clings to the past Hopes for a return, To the way it was once. Yet life will never be the same. I seek to change, yet how can I well so dead? I want it to end All of it Just. End.