The best of who I am is left unspared.
The quiet force around me shifts and shakes
Until my mind buckles, fractured. I’m scared
Of who I have become amid the quakes.
The thought of giving up is the lone thought,
The will to live a distant memory.
Look now at all the damage it has wrought
At all the hope that this life bleeds from me!
In great despair, I hang my head
Would that I be somewhere and dead
This life for me over and done
As something wicked this way comes.