I wander,

A broken sculpture,

Shattered and shaking.

I weap,

A weary soul,

Heavy and aching.

Days are nothing.

Nights are everything.

Nothing is fitfull dreaming and numb repitition.

Everything is torment and pain.

Wandering, weaping,

I cease to be.

My will has been broken,

I can not be freed...

***note! this doesn't neccessarily apply to my life, but rather my feelings
on the state of today's society.***