I no longer see the difference between sleeping and dying

I no longer see the difference between sleeping and dying.
There are no shades of gray left in my sea of darkness.

I no longer hope that happiness might one day bind me,
nor that life will outweigh the reveries that punish me.

Enduring are the shadows that follow my path,
haunting are the scars of a past so grim,
uncertain are the laments of a future so cold.

I no longer paint upon the canvas of my life.
So ugly it is, the product of a failure,
dead in the sleep of the past.

I no longer see the difference between sleeping and dying#