No Purpose

My patience is gone.
My innocense is lost.
My youth is stolen.
My heros are few.
But the lightbulb in my room still flickers on.

I have no T.V.
I have no clothes.
I have no chance.
I have no purpose.
But the lightbulb in my room still flickers on.

This wall begins to crack.
This room grows dim.
This room is empty.
This soul is stale.
And the lightbulb in my room stops flickering on.

I sit.
Alone in the dark.
I bury my head into my hands.
I begin to cry.
For my lightbulb flickers on no more.