With every dawn, I tell myself
Survive a little more; be a little more
For, until I die, I am still living

I wake up, and gaze out, for far too long
Lapsing into a mirage of what I was

A neat tuck into the hair; a forlorn attempt to smile
I walk away from those peering dead eyes

I defy the hue of darkness that looms inside
And tread the sunny boulevard, of a life erstwhile

With a will yet not strong, I be at guard
Of the prying obscurity of my numbing mind

I crusade; I battle; I muster the zeal to revive
I indulge; I spoil; I feel my vitality breathing alive

Yet, a heartbeat after, the darkness within
Casts a shadow; shading; scathing my pale skin

A vague silhouette of my former self
I return, a stranger, with a listless face

I gaze out again, at the dying sun
And my deceitful mirage, with it, ebbs and ends

With that, every nightfall, I fail myself
Helpless, a little more; resigned, a little more
For, as long as I exist, I know I perish