Faces of death

As i sit here, alone, staring into this empty space
I can’t help but feel enervated
It occurs to me, I’m wasting away in this place
My tireless efforts, are not reciprocated
And, i wonder how long i can stare into these empty faces
Before i end up capitulating
So exhausted from the never ending chases
I can feel my soul stretched, torn and separated

The faces...symbolic, of my inevitable death
Because i die a little inside on sight of each one
I work endlessly with each and every breath
I run, fight, and overcome...only to end up with none
I face my duress, to end up with less
And for what? Only to become heartless and numb?
I press and i stress, but i seem to regress
I guess, i have some left. My face is out there, i’m not done.