Lost in a jaundiced haze, I wake alone in dejection, Floating through this void of life, Trying so hard to forget those times I meant nothing Trying to find some reason to move on... My youth has been so hopelessly wasted in such Loathsome ennui that I find an absence where I used to belong... A place to run away, Where I can lose myself, Finding a brief moment of respite from the Weight of sadness that still weighs on my soul. There are no words out there in the noise of the city, Here, I am protected, staying inside, Wasting my days sleeping like I was already dead. Sheltered from the dirt, Everything in uncertainty, I wander with nobody. Nothing really matters, When entropy saturates each moment of fleeting repose. Being lost inside my own head, with numbed veins, I left myself so dull and hollow; My embers of passion extinguished in my tears. No tomorrow... no future... Just a waste of being... their lives will be better without me...