Bearer of Bad Tidings

Now to know what’s been gotten into
What once hurt is normal now
Hobbled and hands are tied
Life worthless and devoid of any meaning
Eyes are swollen and closing
Hands are ruined
Always hungry
Heads are hollow
Skin hangs loosely
Lack of sleep
Always watched
Pronounced fatigue
No motivation
Always wanting
Hope has ceased
No spark of life
No joy
Total resignation
No sympathy
Our curse
All the world a grave