Wither

Losing my soul sip by sip
pain embracing my essence
a feast for the dark hoarde

Depression like a black cloak
I wear like a shroud
please some one bury me

I am among the walking dead
a mere minion of the Dragon
who whispers in my ear by day and night

Draining me of my passion
hope for freedom from my shackles
a weak ember

Fucked from the inside out
no fascination I see in life
I take a bite and it's dust in my mouth

Seeking flavor with all my being
before I wither into nothingness
blown forever away into the sea of forgetfullness.