Bad Omen

One of many that pound me into dirt Grinding my strength down to a mere morsel The extent of it leaves me scratching my mind It shouldn't break me this way, it hasn't before An image of sickness projects from my face As i limp each day, over needles of tribulation A smile wont hide the devastation of my hope This facade only gives me time to simmer The white flag is being woven, from the strings of my patience Its only a matter of time before i lose this didactical war A feeling of immobility overpowers my willpower To hibernate in my unconscious seems promising As dislike turns to loathe, i become more inhospitable I have become the thing nightmares are made of This world is not mine, not where my weakness will survive My own Jupiter, with the companions in my head, is where i reside