Life lane

I’ve found myself down,
Many times like a clown.
Beaten up and soar
On the floor.
Eyes staring to nowhere
Bleeding somewhere.
As man of no faith
Like a wraith.
In a way a bit vain,
Please, explode my brain.

Post depressed
Unprocessed
Resented
Alienated
Fully annihilated.

My past’s being digested,
As if one cares,
It still gives me the nightmares.
But since I woke up,
I’ve built up
Warfare tactics,
They ain’t too drastic.

No heart, no soul,
A prisoner of my own.
On identity crisis,
Trying to kill old vices
That made me insane.
I can’t take this same lane.
Not without making amends,
This is one of my life’s current predicaments.