Looking forward into the past,
I see events that will always last.
Sleepless thoughts held in day dreams,
slumbering visions with hellish screams.
Some pain I earned, some came free,
how long will it torture me?
Is there an escape that will come in time?
Or will I be condemned by my own mind?
I avoid the mirror and things of vanity,
as I'm slowly losing my own sanity.
Yes I'm slipping day by day,
as my life slowly fades away.
My food tastes bland and has no smell.
Is this my life? Or is this Hell?
All the colors are bleeding into one,
I feel death's chill with each new sun.
I have no future path in mind,
grandiose visions one day to find.
Life and love or death and fear,
confusing concepts, so unclear.
All that's left of my mortal strand,
is my aimless walk upon this land.