My will to keep on living is dried up and depleted,
for without you in my life, my story can't be completed.
While others run about, healthy as they thrive.
I hide in the shadows, wishing I wasn't alive.
My once-shining face is now soaked in tears
that slide down my forever-paled cheek, withered from years.
The eyes that were once mine are now dull an bleak.
The energy of my body is gone, leaving me vulnerable and weak.
Above all, love and peace is what I am most deprived.
In return, hate and animosity from Satan is derived.
Through the filigreed of the fiery abyss of Hell
I travel to the Dark Prince with my soul to sell.
My feeble attempts to make my stupid life bearable
can only succeed with the Devil, the great and the terrible.
Every other day I used to pray to the Heaven's above,
hoping He would make things better and give me love.
But against my pleas, He turned His holy head
as though He didn't care if I were alive or dead.
After so many times of being disappointed and ignored,
I chose a new road with other paths to be explored.
To be or not to be is not the important query.
To live or to die is the question needing to be answered clearly.
Is my desolated life worth troubling my cloudy brain?
Is there another way out, or must I remain in pain?
I am an ant and God is a kid with a magnifying lens.
To please Him, I do everything, no matter the twists and bends.
No matter how much I do I cannot be released.
My broken soul cannot be soothed and put to peace.
So, in the end I continue living this horrid lie,
awaiting the day I succumb to Death and finally die.
