Sometimes I wonder

If this daydream will ever end

Will I ever wake up from this endless nightmare

Will the torture cease to haunt me

And wake me in my sleep

A life spent in a dream

In a premeditative state

Where I am not yet numb

But am not fully aware

Of my surrounding consequences

I block out all the screams

And tearing at the walls

I try to climb

And dig myself out of the grave

I put myself here

I was stupid 

I was young

I had not a care for the consequences

But I am older, wiser

And I realize my mistakes

And I must rest

From my foolishness

From the darkness

This thing that has consumed me

In the darkest pits of hell