Nothing (a depressing poem)

So one more grief and I expect nothing
So one more fight and no bruises can be seen in my carcass
So one more dream left to die in a rent appartment
In a flat with no walls nor floor
Just ceilings upon ceilings and not a sky it saw.

Such a succulent marrow for satan's drought
And he knows I have never fought
Nor moved nor twitched nor throbbed

It's the apathy that crowds all the words I share from my mouth
Every advice is a vice in my skin
Every logic is a reason to quit, and
Every second kills one more place for me to begin

Slowly sugar fills my sloth
And quickly my mind kneels down to
One more day where I forgot

That this carcass has its worth
That the end has still no birth
That there's yet more time to get to work

But none of this...
But all of this sifts through my bones
And my spine dares not to rise
And no willpower rose against the plight
And no light
And no light
Dare cross
My rotting sight.