You can't fight fate

These are the days that are the most depressing

Wake up early but theres no use dressing

Laying on my back staring at the ceiling

Asking myself what else life is concealing

I lay motionless in my four cornered cell

Every man lays victim to his personal hell

But this agony is more than a personal hell

This anguish leaves me breathless for a yell

A small trail of saline flies down my cheek

Muscular Physique, but I've never felt so weak

To wear a fabricated smile seems so bleak

That self destructions embankment has a leak

A tiny aperture that grows not by the week

But on a day by day basis

Its non biases nor racist

How long will it take for this barricade to break?

I suppose I'll find out unless i wake

Hoping that its all a bad dream

Hoping its all fake

No use pinching myself, its already to late

No matter how hard you try, you cant fight fate

Awesome !!