Numb existance

Have you ever wondered why
The end of the story should be so unhappy
The hero of your dreams should certainly die
And you have no chance to help it

You have no power to take decisions
A day is a century, no future - only past
No clear features - only misty visions
Life's too long, death won't come fast

You see no sense in life, you mourn
No need to live, no wish to die
You don't want another dawn -
Just stare at the burning sky