CURSED

Life is a curse for me.
I wish to be free of it.
I've grown to hate this asylum.
Imprisoned with my shame.
No one can hear my cries.
I was thrown deep down into the depths.
Forgotten and alone.
Consumed by rage and hate.
This darkness has become my home.
And I loathe it so.
But I cannot wander into the light.
For it is foreign to me.
It is not for me.
I am doomed to a fate worse than death.
I am put to life.
Locked in my room.
Unknown.
Forsaken.
Wasting away.
Decaying.
Rotting.
This is my curse, to live.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(28/10/2012)