My Ambient Hell

Laying on the sands of perdition,
Seemingly all my doubt arose.
Brawling with my own cognition,
Helplessly feeling alone and disposed.

Waves of emotion drag me under,
Thrashing vigorously to be free.
Leaving my heart torn asunder,
Losing an integral part of me.

As the storm begins to subside,
Drifting up the shores of sorrow.
I'm left forlorn and paralyzed,
Fully engulfed in a sea of harrow.

Time compresses and stands still,
Days and nights all seem to blend,
Poised for more but seemingly so ill,
Alas my heart just will not mend.