Stained

Day to day attempts
Mental outburst to find himself in contempt

Grips on desires keep slipping
Down sides to good things and the scale is tipping

Motivation is deserted
Quitting is averted

Being content with deterioration
A motor-less car at the gas station

Fills up the tank in hope it'll run
But in the back of his mind he knows it is done

Only reason he tries is to show he is doing something
But in the end he's content with doing nothing

Oxygenated blood is what fuels his brain
But the black infection has left it's stain

The only reason he acts and tries
Is to hide the truth while he turns and cries