My Own Knell

I´m a cry in a bottle
crashed against a wall of bones
the mirror reflects a crowd of faces
without a side to my poor thoughts.

I dig in my flesh
to bury my soul
that sickening truth
eternity is real
I hate myself
more than anything
I carry my life
like an iron ball.

Did I say life?

I need help
none will give
a little chance to save my life
The best of me
lost in the intent
kick me in the border of depression
I hear a voice
behind my conscious
saying over and over again:
Oh my sweet imbecile
go on growing
each time you´re smaller.