Plastered to a wall

watching Life’s endless cycle

spin on without my control.

Mocking me with anarchy,

it deviously manipulates

my emotional sanity

I’m humiliated as I fall

through this black hole.

An empty vacuum of space.

An abyss that knows not how to contain

my curious, uninhabited soul.

I scream, but am silenced

by a jab from anger.

I cry, but am hushed

by a whisper of hatred.

I breathe, but am eternally

damned by the cruelty of the Reaper.