I'M SAD


I've not much left to give to you
This poem must suffice
These empty, hollow bleatings echo
A soul caught in a vise

Enchanted by oblivion
I'm falling for a dream
A world of simple pleasantries
But nothing's as it seems

Future's hazy mist draws near
And with it I look back
Upon the hopeless fancies of
This boy whose heart is black

Every day I'm less myself
Becoming as a husk
Haunted by past's cursed murmur
I face unto time's dusk