Gone

gone where few men care to tread,
a blasted world of doom and dread,
what time he has is given through,
to seek those whom help the womb, we
are all lost and shall not find,
the simple way we left behind, as
depression claims us all,
we weep and cry and wish you'd call,
so when we sit
and wispers sins,
of immortal love and distant whims,
i bid you well
and trully gone,
for that is all i am for now