Die a little...

 Seemingly with every breath,
I am drawing closer to death.

Since my growth in the womb,
I was  inevitably doomed.

Doomed to die, from conception,
denied of choice at inception.

Each day I die, a little bit more,
wondering what I am living for.

The daily cycle has lost its wonder,
since heart and mind are torn asunder.

Born from darkness, and to dark return,
my soul is unable to discern.

The clock ticks down, living just to die,
and the only bliss I have, is never knowing why.