Career path

There lies a flicker,
a grain of truth,
in the words I speak 
only unto the darkness 
whilst waiting for sleep 

I'm not really happy 
not really this outspoken
I'm very good at lying to myself
telling myself I am OK
I won't be left on the shelf

time passes me by at such speed
I'm ageing in front of the mirror 
trying each day to better myself
but getting nowhere fast
I'm truly on the shelf 

I'm being left to rot 
until old age renders me mute 
And I'm left sitting alone
in quiet rage 
of those who won't atone 

for the decomposition 
of my very soul
I'm being fed on 
like a leech draws out blood
I am carrion

for the eagles talons 
I cannot escape 
I am where I have to be 
With my quiet rage 
simmering endlessly