My Aftermath

From long ago,
I have earned a poison,
I have created a way,
My highway to go.

My room full of roads,
Unlimited loads of burning pain,
Unlimited oaths of freezing rain,
My zoomed life full of abroads.

As Earth still spins over,
Through my engrayed window I see...
Through my closed door I see...
I realize the watch doesn't pin over!

Ending up staring at my garden,
Living down pulling out my hardness,
Dragging me down to my warden,
Dying in deafening all my answers.