Left to Worsen

Deep violet petrichor seeps by my windowsill Catching my throat, with its sharp distaste Dimly lit memories of yesterday How are you supposed to pave the way forward in life? With each day spent decaying There's no real choice in the matter I've become so familiar with the idea An eventual early end, of giving up Most days I sit here, empty Evidently I know I should do more Dazed and confused, willingly creating a worse off life Leaving all crucial needs, doomed and dreary A faint glimmer, shriveled hope I want to find my home, relinquish all of my ambition Conclude all that's left in my life Take my place amongst the rot and live forevermore