Empty & hollow barely alive,
he lies on his death bed wife by his side,
it eats him alive devoring his soul,
it grows until it is beyond your control,
slowly it kills him as time reveals,
it doesn't ease the pain but he still takes the pills,
when he is gone the pain will then end,
but to someone else it slowly begins,
never look back & face your dreams,
silence yourself & control your screams,
life will go on day after day,
until your time is up & then you'll go away,
this is a virtue I've yet to understand,
that life should end & not by my hand,
Pushing, yearning, trying to stop the dreams,
but constantly waking with a craving to scream,
let thoughts be thoughts and push it away,
so at least you'll live to see the end of the day....
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