My path rests on a dead endUnable to move my boarders as I sink into my own sorrow,To my broken pride I fear I will never be able to mendFor I question myself,
“After all these failed attempts, will I ever reach proper help?
Will I ever live my own life?
Or shall I await the mercy of death?”
Shaken by my own doubt I sink to the ground,Apathy embraces my shaken body as I remove all priority to defend.My mind becomes numb by fearAs my veins shrivel and try to reject this monster,Aloof
ness speaks “You held on so long to what you held dear
While what you presumed to be worthy threw you away long ago,Now submit
to me! I know you no longer wish to tear!”
It said as I attempt to reject all that it claims,As I try to find a way out, a seal that may unlock that worn out gearA rusted device labeled under hope and salvation.