Winter comes

When I pass, I will hardly be remembered at all,
besides by my parents, one sibling, a cat and four walls
and even they will remember me as
distant and dull.
In my wake lay a list of missed calls,
a bottle and some anonymous scrawls,
plus pictures from my past, that have all been
scrunched into balls. Death's shadow grows tall
as the light recedes.
My early twenties have sprung me into my fall,
Soon Deceased
I'm full throttle with everything I can haul
picking up speed and aimed straight for a wall.
I'm sick
and simply see no cure,
once tainted, never again pure.
Something got a hold of me, then
scrambled and stirred, I don't know who I am,
I could be a man, had I the nerve.