the days grow
more insane
as i cannot
control what
it is that
i am
turning into.

another day ends
up in
frustrated procrastination
no hope and
i am
not set free.

there is a
rift where
i used to
stand, looking
toward all the
gallant heros
but now my
head hangs
low and heavy
with shame.

i know this
ineptness drains
my thin veins
my heart
pumps putrid dust
i've lost
the flow of
life, buried
beneath the throbbing
wretchedness and
all the things
pushed over
the edge.