Of Naught and the Bleakest Future

As the sun vanishes beneath the horizon ever earlier,
I, too, fall into the abyss, whence I won't be extricated,
To rot and decrepify in painful solitude,
To be forgotten and abandoned, my hole digs deeper

The air is freezing and my skin is wet...
Hope is cast out of my cold, weak heart...
Fortitude is at an all-time low
As I careen down this steep path
Of naught and the bleakest future
To be forgotten and abandoned, my hole digs deeper

Eternal night, lined with frost,
Claims my soul, which shall never again
See the light of day, buried first
Under a tremendous weight
In my hole deep, abandoned and forgotten