Mistakes are the token of regret.
Regret is the rewound mind of emotion,
Pounding the burnt heart with every thought,
While the building of pain, replays in slow motion.

A stomach full of an empty depression
Combines to form the pit of an endless shame.
I am trapped in myself like a disabled mind.
Feasting on memories, while starving my mortal frame.

Long have I thirsted to smile,
But long have I hungered for a reason.
My joyous ways have lost their taste.
Life is now the bitter season.

The burden of a hopeless escape
Trails the will to breathe a new day.
Will death be my exit from this reality,
Or will this pain take on immortality?