Left so far behind
Hindsight twenty-twenty
Lost in a crowd of one
Helplessness starts its tyranny
Hopelessness assumes its place
Lethargically wasting away
Seems a fair chastity
For the demons that were unleashed
No longer caring what happens
Letting it all slip away
Bleeding pain from the pores
Staring at all the glistening lights
What's going to happen to me
What's becoming of me
Copyright ©2003 Eric E Ellison