I'm eluding my colours and fading to black
I've come to the cross-roads
there's no turning back
I'm lost in this hell
this concept of me
This painful desire to set myself free!

What are the choices that I should have made?
Why didn't I listen
to the life that I craved?
When will I realise this was all meant to be
this withering, lifeless
body of me?

How did I get here?
and why did I go?
When did my laboured breaths
become achingly slow?
Why didn't I listen?
or pretend that I see?
How can I be living this dying of me?