Citizen Erased

Despair.
All consuming.
Is there an escape?

I tread on through my meaningless life.
Each footstep is a dirty mark
on the white carpet of the world.

My head keeps low,
ashamed by the world,
afraid of the consequences it brings.

Tears on my cheeks resemble worthless moments.
As each muddy droplet falls onto the ground
pain burns through my unworthy body.

I truly despise this life of mine,
and every sorrow it has caused:

The venomous words spat from this mouth
have caused pain, incomprehensible;

The strangled words of this written hand,
desperate to escape this demented prison;

The repulsive actions of this body,
responding consequentially to the slightest offence.

I sink ever deeper into
this abyss of depression,
finding that the dark walls move:
Crushing, demanding, destroying.

Doors close to me.
Locked. Bolted.
Allowing me no escape
from my omnipresent doom.

As I glide into the darkness,
I snatch one last look at the carpet,
the gleaming white of my forgotten life,
now all faded memories.