Woke up this morning waiting to die
Misery and time never fly by
There were so many haunting shadows,
often lingering way too long, in this journey of mine
Most of them loathing and dark, but a few stood out and shined
I was always looking the wrong way it seems, looking for unreal dreams
Finding wisdom only after the sorrow and torment removed all life from me
So either they left, or my mind could no longer stay, fearing my loss of sanity
So here, I sit void
My mind endlessly wandering through time
Pondering that deliverance into madness will be surely divine
My soul is shackled, suffocating and struggling in vain
My principal charge is managing the pain
I observe others around me
All with hope to cling to
Someone to cling to
I have nothing
No one

I woke up this morning waiting to die.