Authored: February 13, 2025

My dreams consume my waking hours
I am haunted by jackals 
I am left waking up in early mornings
Shattered and miserable 
Shrugging on clothes, all but a robot.

I look forward to any work
Time spent away from my dark thoughts 
Sadness is at the base of my soul 
I am a cog, misshapen and obtuse. 

I am not sure how much more I can take of this
My soul is weighed down
Nothing seems to be working
These dreams haunt me like ghosts. 

So, perhaps, I'll fade away
Obscurity isn't a punishment
I yearn peace and quietness 
These jackals need to leave me alone
So, yeah, I'll fade away. 

Is this living? Is this happiness? 
One step forward, two steps backward
I tried; you hear me. I tried!
Nah, I'll simply fade away.