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.