Muted

Hints of my life are in the colors of my soul now muted and fading. Once brilliant with glowing edges they seem to be washing out a little more each day I play this role of who I wanted to be and not who I am. Life is a conscious decision to act and all I've ever done is observe my life passing by. Comfortable alone silently screaming in rage for one small break that will never come without my proactive movement. I'm like a skydiver with  already falling knowing no force of will can stop my decent into oblivion except the force of my hand on the ring.