The Dark Tomes Season 1; ...Beyond Meaning

Finally have been defeated, Life has beaten me; and has beaten out of me am relative reasoning, I fought; I did fight, But all but the rest of my dwelling sanity is left, Can’t even escape into fantasy for in it to there is no meaning, I a craving purpose... But all seems bleak as I resign myself to just shuffle along and just exist, My life; that I still live is my penance for a life I lived, For a past unforgiven, For a closed of cold and blackened heart, For a soul finally captured and bound, For wings clipped, And feet trapped in cement, I pay this knowing I deserve more and no less, I have existed in this world just surviving, As my plights and pleas are ever held against me, I just want someone to see me... see me as more that a burden... but yet and still I am here feeling only a plague of dark clouds and memories of Those who walked away, For good reason they do flee but leaving me in a mental coma that leads only to giving up the fight, I’m in a pit of spikes with venom that clouds my mind with all the wrong I am for and to this world, I have lost my light in many forms... in many ways...