Such a profound dejection,
Upon sound reflection
Plays on the brain as
An inane depression
A sliding regression
From the growth I so crave
The disappointments of life
Have known me as \"slave\"
my never-ending strife
Through this abhorrent place
Where the beauty
Can\'t hide the sinister shape
The lies, and the hate,
I\'m so tired and irate
I find it hard to see a reason
To want to see another season
And yet, again, I trudge on
Through the muck and the gloom
And the horrors, the doom
To fight through the swamp
Where my demons all stomp
And they rave and they crave
Chasing me to my grave
Among the unforgiving passage of time