Wilt

Withering away...
The colors fade into one
The turning of the tides
To pass from old to new
Kneeling before the sun
And seeking forgiveness
No shelter from these piercing rays
That blister my skin
Scarring the flesh

Begging for night- for an end
To the suffering
Covering the sun
In a darkened embrace
Unable to crawl of from these depths
I have sank

Intentions grow weak-
Ambitions begin to fade
Searching for closure

Within the reach of another existence
One day this nightmare will end
Leaving this life's perils behind
Withering away