Coffin

My days are nightmares.

My nights are hell.

I fight my demons.

I hide in my shell.

I pull up my covers.

I try to sleep.

I think of past lovers

as loneliness creeps

and my body grows older

and slowly decays.

I push my boulder

through Sisyphus days.

My body crumbles

from lack of use.

I cry and mumble

these shadow blues.

I feel so unnecessary,

so discarded, so dead.

I lie in my mortuary

in a coffin of lead.

I’ll know no peace,

only chaos and strife.

I wait for the beast

to end this life.