Living Corpse

I live in a castle of decaying ruin
A cursed soul locked in an abyss of emptiness
Death is paying a visit, knockin'
Staring at me with cold, calculating fondness.

No hope could enter the bounds of this prison
Embracing me in a blanket of fear
Depression seeps to my bones like poison
The voice of life I could no longer hear.

I'd prefer to die a physical death
Where pain only resides on the surface
Rather endure the torment in each waking breath
For what is life without a purpose?

A poem I wrote in one of the darkest days of my life