Before I start I’ll leave a link to The Fire which this sort of continues on from.

There are no flames,
No passion,
I’m done with silly games,
In my mind I ration
My thoughts and my time,
I sometimes wonder
Whether I should turn to crime,
All my hopes have gone asunder,
In this heart where hope was strong,
There’s ash where there was flame,
Turns out I was wrong,
Now that only ashes remain.

Not smouldering or warm,
How could they be?
When all I do is fill out another form,
There’s nothing good that I can see,
In a future bleak and black,
Talk about motivation,
That is what I lack,
I can’t manage concentration,
I just don’t care,
There’s ash where there was flame,
It isn’t fair,
Now that only ashes remain.