Dead Man Walking

I am dying, slowly but surely
My life is ebbing away
The futility of my existence
The fusion it creates, the despair that takes control
I am dead, a walking wounded soul
The poison of my emotions
It leaks into my bloodstream and kills my heart
Everything is false, and I don't know where I belong.

Like a dandelion seed I am blown by the wind
Tripping sinking cutting burning pills and drink
Sinking falling plummeting, I am drowning
If this is a game, then I missed out on the rules
Music may lift me higher, books take me to another realm
But here in this home, in these four walls
The memories are raging
And I am blinded by the chaos they create.

I am heavy, weighed down with it all
Like Atlas it bears down on my shoulders
A weight to heavy, a passion to great to understand
They say it isn't over till the fat lady sings
But I hear that lady sing.