Minutes to hours,
Hours to days,
Pathetic decay,
My skin I flay,
Just to make pay,
On this bed I lay,
As a sinner, as a stray.

Days to weeks,
Weeks turn months,
I'm done trying to rhyme,
I'm so tired of this sick mind,
Nothing ever feels like it's mine,
I'm a coward hiding under the sheets,
Monsters come and sit with me on my bed,
Watching as I sink further into a tantalizing plan.

Pathetic boy,
Skin I destroy,
Faking joy,
This is my ploy,
As a sinner, as a void.