A Dying Man

I’m useless though I try so hard
I depressed and off my guard
I’m armoring myself with hate
But now I know it’s far too late
I hate this death-white, doorless room
I can’t even feel the pull of the moon
Too many bone white days I’ve been here
Too few snow-white nights to hold dear
But soon it’ll end, I’ll be free
Heaven sure ain't made for me to be
“Soon it’ll end…” I whisper with glee
“Heaven sure ain't made for me to be…”