Broken social ties to everyone
A loss of will or concern
Disengaged from society
To pass on my own terms
Simply a slave of time
Worn down from use
Spirit will wither
Soul will fade
Once I disengage
Writhing in isolation
A state I’m forced to occupy
My purpose is gone, my purpose is void
They all wait for me to die
Ready for goodbye but it’s not time to go
Watching time pass, every second so slow
I prepared everyone for the day I was gone
It’s come too late, a burden I’ve become