Pay me no more mind
while my strings begin to unwind.
This decline feels more like a steep slope.
I watch all hope fall away
as this shell of a man begins to decay.
I sleep away the days in hope a ray of change will show it\'s face.
I feel displaced as I replace the pieces I\'ve misplaced.
I cannot escape nor erase the memories that seem to trace across the empty space,
plaguing me with so much hate.