Literature
unfinished
Submerged in a perpetual restless disease
Nervous self beration blindly battering;
Worthlessness sugarcoated in martyrdom.
Why, in this world of cured disease,
Am I trapped in this state of constant unease,
Where each moment is shattered, dissected and torn,
And I'm left either doubting or morose and forlorn,
Wrapped in the fears of the shadows within,