Lift me from this,
My self induced purgatory,
Give me new scenery,
And new lease for life,
Please, present me with new sights,
For as of now my eyes do tire,
Of fateful moments passed.
All compassion has elapsed,
And my core grows anxious,
Of what the future has intended,
I cannot persist with being,
Or laying potential plans,
When all is hollow,
And shall shortly be ended.