Wasting Away

Every single day that goes by,
is another day to waste away,
Slowly...
disappear, in knife and blood,
and no thing in life,
ever seems to matter.

Wasting away another day,
another scar upon my skin,
flow blood flow,
And waste my day to nothing,

Wasting away into darkness,
where none dare to dread,
for fear of never going back,
a fear to be utterly destroyed,
and wasted away.