Wither... die...

It's a fear that strikes us all

Inevitably making us fall

Seek one's help you would not dare
For this feeling is not to share

Not seeking a friendly solution
For a shattered soul ... it's just pollution

There is no hope ... no going back
One last grip ... even that you lack

It's the verge of desperation
It's madness's incantation

You look up, at the gray sky
You never stop to ask yourself why

All the answers point that you've done wrong
Your soul is closed, even to the purest song

Inside you wither... you die...


by me :)