Unaccented, drab colors on the wall

I don't feel anything anymore

I want to die, to just be gone and crawl

To crawl, to move out and to find a door.

Doors open seem to shut; disappearing

Down into a well of sleep perpetual

I just wish the end could be soon, nearing

Can languishment lead to spiritual?

I just do not see reason in all this

What is the point? Life is lived, lost

I just want one way, just one final wish

A chance to see, whatever the cost.

I know not what the future may yet hold

I am just sick of life out in the cold.