A Self Portrait of Destruction

Black wings consume me again A thousand regrets cast my mind into the void Despair and hatred devour this tired spirit The very air I breath is self induced destruction Never strong enough Never good enough no reason to struggle on except a burning shame of such weakness... A shadow cannot become less without ceasing to be real and that I cannot accept And so the husk stumbles on the only purpose is to live on unable to prove that I have any worth the only desire is to deserve something more I cast my mind into a self imposed hell made reality by an insuferable need to torment this imperfect failure a life with no value or meaning And I close my eyes inviting blessed emptiness of sleep...