Aching through worthless grief, it permeates and seeps beneath Worn deep by the 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 Calcified cracks to endure, to cope To suffer a final sinking night The familiar warmth of the impulse blight I don’t how to live without constantly wanting to die