Sense of self-accomplishment

Voided by the lack

Cannot awake from this slumber

Ferocious melancholic state

As the hours race forward

Leaving hopes behind

Setting all my dreams ablaze

Time lost only promotes

Cimmerian

And as I wake

What would it take

To rectify

Open my eyes

Growing tired

Of wasteful life

What measures would cost to create a change?

Sense of self-abolishment

Begins to materialize

Cannot escape from this nightmare

This endless thread of lies