Purgatory

It's a whole lot of nothing

Messing with your head.

It sure ain't living,

But it's not quite dead.

Your world is shattered,

All your dreams are dust.

You go through the motions,

But all things precious have turned to rust.

You want to die but you still live.

You pray for death with nothing left to give.

Nothing sacred, nothing lasts,

Nothing to hold on to present or past.

From this desolate place

You must find a reason to rejoin the human race

To rise and live again

Or die once more.