But fading
And my desperation
To cling onto anything
That is mine
By the hour

I cannot breathe
Inside my shell
I need to run
And never to return
And yet if I left
I'd never be the same

Such inspiration
And such a drive
Coupled with apathy
And hopelessness:
A mix to suit today's
Artistic seventeen year old
Slight misfit-by-intention

Identify me
When I am dead
But don't tell my mother
If I took my life:
Tell her I died
In my sleep