The wait

Songs of my past,

speaks of the hate,

brought by my words,

as anger breaks through.

Though these are all reasons,

i know the truth,

i know i have wronged,

i know i have sinned,

and now i seek my punishment.

Piles of irritation,

over inner conflict unresolved.

What surprise me though,

is boredom.

Nothing matters to me anymore.

What have i become?

My heart's so still,

nothing stirs within.

I walk undead,

waiting for the end.