Obsessed

A thoughtless ulcer
Confused, amorphous
Deadly like the blades of the guillotine
Enclosed from darkness and soulless walking around
No light, no warmth, no mirth
Only a monotonous course

Absorbed in endless mourning
Grief and the longing for the death is the only resistant
Cursed in eternal void

Not strong enough to end
Eternally await the quietus
Lay in the depth
Attain the death
Avail the mortality
At last to escape from this mendacious mirage