Nothing excites me anymore.I find myself having less and less things to wake up in the morning for. There is no more zest in this raggedy coil. Perhaps one day it should be fitting that I do not, and just sleep my portion of eternity away.I used to love my life, but I have grown to abhor it. It's decayed into an unrecognizable form, hideous and selfish, a vagabond that prefers to be left alone to