Broken. Hated. Despised.

I shouldn't have compromised

My very soul

For this hole

They have left unto me

Now, I'll never be

The specter of my dreams

Everything useless, it seems

As though I must go

To an all time low

To make myslef not alone

And let my light be shown

But now I lie

I've begun to die

The future is dark, forlorn,

For I am the torn.