My Own Prisoner

I entered nothing
Nothing entered me
I'm but a shadow
Hovering over the idea of existence
Lackluster living
Day into day
Night into night
The future lies hidden
Blackened, dormant, and lost forever

Mundane and uneventful
Frozen while grimacing in pain
Numb from the lack of elation
To keep on breathing would be to strain

And as winter cascaded
A stress in my chest began to tighten
Without remorse it taken hold
This anguish seemingly never-ending

I entered nothing
Nothing entered me
I'm but an outline
Filled with nothing worth mentioning
A life of empty fun
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
Time just slips away in the end
Left distraught as I stop to pretend