The Coals Have Turned Cold

So lost,
So longing,
So tired,
There is no fuel left for the fire,
The coals have turned cold,
Only ashes remain,
The color of life has been lost,
All day it's nothing but walking on broken glass with bare feet,
Purpose is forever eluding,
Blood,
Sweat,
Tears,
Weigh more than anvils laying on my chest,
Easily i choke on words bigger than the sky scrapers of giants that confine me,
To the human eye,
I appear to be like gold,
But my worth is lower than fools gold,
Shinning outside,
Fake and worthless inside,
I am just the product of the disease that there is no cure for,
And the cancer i cause kills all around me.