"life" & "death"

     
     
     
     it makes all too much sense- this dark room one's dwelling in; echoes bouncing up in down the hall inside my skull- that's how I've been;      
     
      the light of day- I do not crave- prefer to occupy this space- if I should "pray"- it'd be for peace upon an early grave;      
     
    I do not want to show my face; the sky with me- forever grey; bled dry one's soul- want no one close-one's just as dead as the carcass on the road;      
     
 the shapes and colors-and all that emotes- all the glitter- all the gold- I wish I could just let my flesh, blood, and bone body go....      
     
  to where? who knows- if anywhere- just no longer coasting through this bs-whilst dying slow....    
     
  I lost hope, a long time ago....