Aching through worthless grief, it permeates and seeps beneath Worn deep by craven dragging of bruised feet With cinder-block waves and blunt force blues Dull pulse of attrition, a life destined to lose (a life I'm longing to lose) Prostrated husk of helplessness, a worthless mite in a fading light Enamel cracks to endure, to cope, to suffer a final suffered night The familiar warmth of the impulse blight I don't know how to live without constantly wanting to die