Final Destination

Walking on a desolate road Heart dry heaving with pain Watching as all desires begin to erode There's hardly anymore to gain. Beginning to camouflage in with my shadow Attempting to seek this abyss soul Agonizing more than anyone would ever know Evidently, this soul is as black as coal. Feeling like a senile toy that is quaint Resourcefulness is officially a blur Trying to view that world that's ever so faint There aren't anymore words to slur.