Each day comes empty,
and leaves with a small piece of me.
Always weaker to resist,
the force that pulls me under.
I have forgotten the colors,
that were supposed to come for me.
This life is a cage,
designed to make me insane.
I have no air,
below this dead calm surface.
The will to life is drifting away.
My thoughts are lead,
can't reach the dead calm surface.
Dreams are drowning in pain.
When I let it all go,
no tears fall from my eyes,
I leave my last pages white,
with some kind of delight.