Cracked wits
Sentiments leaking
Dripping to the floor
Hollowed out mind
Gray and void
Holds memory no more
Character retracted
Personality hides
Fearful behind black shroud
Shadow shivering
Nervous wreck
The aim is to becloud
Soul withdrawn
Vacant eyes
Stare through eternity
Tempt fate
gamble life
This could be you or me
I have wandered these dark halls at times, they drip despair in stinking viscuous runnels of broken dreams and apathy. this is really well written - powerful phrasing :)