emptiness, so much despair
hollowed out without a care
in the world
left staring out of sockets
in your own personal hole in the ground
the only sound, the last breath of air
goodbye to this whole sorry affair

So you think it's time to give up do you?
You've had enough,
you can't take any more...
you've fought and now it's time to die,
a single sigh of acceptance billows out,
you've got no energy left to shout.
Wasted and forgotten,
it's time to leave this shell to rot on
without you.

So that is what you have decided.

After all of that,
all the crap and defiance,
you've chosen to become the burden
you despise.
That need you've tried to hide from those
who would suppress the
depressed you.
The inflatable puppet with a puncture
wound has fallen,
into a crumpled heap.

it's time to sleep*

Well if that's your goal then
I won't keep you waiting long.
Obviously my will to live and
fight is wrong.

So you,
now,
break off from me
and go to hell

You're right, you're done.
But don't you dare think that you have won
the right rule over me, to make
the whole of me,
as one.
You have no where near out done
or out run, you see, if
anything you have merely
stunned
me,
enraged
and motivated
me
to become more.
Even more than the one
you had thought to defeat before.

I don't need you.

I don't need that lingering voice of doubt,
if anything you suppress my shout of
defiance
which rings true and bold.
The full story which is yet untold.
My life rolls out before me.

You thought you saw me crumble and fall.
Turns out, as yet, you ain't seen nothing at all.