His eyes are bloodshot, he's ready to fall
He drives long nails through wrists and the wall
His legs quiver weak as he gasps for air
He attempts to speak but no one else is there
When he opens his mouth, saliva speckles red
Either way he's trapped, his body is of lead
His will has caved, not much care anymore
He floats on air as his legs drag the floor
His conscience whispers, "You deserve so much worse"
And it laughs and taunts him as his tears begin to burst
It echoes through his brain until he has trouble with his thoughts
His soul burns with hatred as the body decays and rots
He struggles with his eyes as the lids are made with steel
Sharp pains and agony were better, atleast he could feel
All of his past soon becomes as clear as mud
He tries to escape but just slips on his own blood
Struggle as he might, he can't awake from this place
He's trapped inside with all his thoughts now erased
He's forgotten why he's here and will soon forget his name
It wouldn't be so bad if not for that voice he cannot tame
And then he hears several voices calling him to wake
Some sound familiar and as though his mind didn't make
"Don't listen to them, there's nothing there to awake to."
As he faded he felt a hand and for a moment knew
His soul then eased and that one voice, a muffled drone
Whether they were aware, he knew he died not alone
He gave in to fate, left and gave up his fight
They would journey together one day but not quite tonight
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Submission Name: Not Quite Alone
