An Observation Of Grief

An observation of grief
 Every day is the same
 But the clock's still counting down
 Will I see Your light at the end
 Or will I just rot in the ground?
 Tirelessly sedating
 Always trying to escape
 being alone in the dark of my mind
 what will it say to me?
 The ground removed from
 Beneath my feet
 I cannot breathe
 Existence is deafening
 Every day is the same
 But the clock's still counting down
 Will I see Your light at the end
 Or will I just rot in the ground?
 Lord haste the day
 When my faith is sight
 I can't take another day
 I can't live another night
 Crawling to the altar
 With broken bones
 I come bleeding
 As He calls me home
 Gritting my teeth
 Writhing in my sleep
 I thought I was
 Alone
 I feel it all
 slipping away
 I heard Your call
 Come take me away
 Lord haste the day
 When my faith is sight
 I can't take another day
 I can't live another night