Back down on my knees..

How far do I have left to fall?

What’s left for me to lose?

Obscurity beckons..

A diary that’s never been opened,

A box that’s never been found,

A promise that’s never been carried out,

Goals never achieved,

and Covenants broken.

Existence seems to be repelled,

and all of it’s sweet fruit denied.

Everything I could accomplish,

Turning to ash.

I wanna be good,

But I know that I’m not..