I never asked for things to be this way,
But when they were handed to me, I never bothered to refuse.
My torpidity ate away at my determination
Leaving a shell saturated in apathy.
Now, with tied hands, all I can think back to is what I could have done.
What I didn't do, what I didn't see.
Too late, I carry the burden,
My wounds festering hate and regret.
The handiwork of my own lethargy
Eating away at what's left.
