Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 56
Cleanse My Soul, I'm Worthless

Everyone around me is a blank expression.
A hopeless pit of everlasting agony.
And everything is completely faceless . . .
All is useless, all is faithless, all is worthless . . .

I used to value every sunny morning
Now it's just another sunny day
I feel broken, am I really worthless?

Hello, God, can you help me through this?
Get me through this
I'm getting kinda scared tonight
This is life? I hate life, then. I hate life...

Should you hear my voice through the storm
We're gauging focus
We're lost in focus.

And I'm getting kinda scared
I'm getting sort of happy
The end is coming and I
Hope this is the end of me

The world is pretty fucked up
When you're useless
When you're so worthless

What's the point in rising up tomorrow?
Gone tomorrow, I'm gone to dust...
The tears aren't helping me
I wanna drown in a pit of my tears...

This isn't a noble act, nothing to act
There's no point in life anymore
I hope this is another phase
Someone cleanse my soul today...


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