Standing before me
Darkened and slow
Waiting for something
That will never come
Approaching the grave
Points in my life
Always burning, tossing, never learning to be among the strong
Never done seeing this through
No longer sane
How can this feeling be?
Choices irrelevant
What of my remains?
Shaking, still
Peace with no end
Still not acknowledged
No worth
It's Still,
Still nothing
Ends and no beginnings
Choices irrelevant, it's decided doom