Come see dysfunction.
The black hole of existence.
A void where we all live.
Survival in denial.
The promises I made I'm rescinding.
My lonely cry for help.
A distant voice in the dark.
The black hole sucks everything in.
The gloom swallows all.
There's nothing left for me but pain.
Buried alive in misfortune.
The greed suffocated me to death.
Extremity of burdens on my back.
The strenuous upheaval too excruciating.
Like Atlas' weight, only black.
This is something more than a sob in the dark.
There's need for a leap of faith.
But there shall be none this time.
My ensuing want for more has been the end of me.
It has been my ultimate fatal decline.
None to hold my hand as I fall.
None to sweep away my hair and comfort me.
I have lived a lonesome life of avarice.
No ghosts to light my way into the blackness.
I must now glide my own way to Hell's fiery murkiness.