Lament for the Man Who Became Nothing

A cry of agony echoes forth from me,
And I’ve a wound to heal
That no one wants to see.
And even though I have bled,
Even though I should be dead
I still can’t fathom how the world is real.

All footprints left behind are bloody,
The soil ‘round my feet is muddy,
The corpses on the ground stare up at me
And freeze me like a stone.

But now I’m drowning
And I can’t seem to swim,
All circumstances choking me.
I’m unable to stand,
All my choices weighing down on me;
And soon I realize,
At the last moment,
That my life
No longer
Is mine
To control
Anymore.