It’s pretty clear I’m hopeless, Well I say that because I’ve lost all senses, I can’t tell what’s right, Since I don’t live in the light. All I do is keep resisting
I look into my distance, And don’t see my death, Just a hollow boy, my soul had left. I’ve just gotten bored, Please forgive me Lord
But I’ve disgraced your life, So I’m punished with this strife, I am just a mockery, It fills me with joy that no one stops me, So I can drift away softly
Would someone mind suggesting a title for this poem. I don’t like that it is untitled, but it does bring a sense of ambiguity to the poem’s image