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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Strangled By Kevin Robey March 6, 2013 The invisible man gripping at my throat Gargled sounds are audible but remote Gripping my wrists, and holding me down Think I’ll drown, darkness closing all around I feel the pain, the knife in my heart But never felt that I played my part This isn’t the image you had of me The steady hands you’ll never see I bleed out, but relief never comes The man consumes me, never done There is no light to end all the dark No final journey, my soul to embark There is no fighting this, can’t you see? I have no weapons in my artillery Everything else has come and gone Melodies changing to the same old song Despair rings in my ears, the cloak is never lifted Relief never comes, and they all said I was gifted Man from the nightmares that can’t been seen I wish that this was all just a happy dream But I lie here alone, strangled in the dark With people passing by, no one remarks I scream in silence, a useless muffled plea To save me from this overwhelming reality But still they pass on by, not looking around I look in vain for steady hands, never found The terror remains, it’s all the same Just forget my cries, forget my name This is too much, let the scene fade to black Post my obituary on the board with a tack Allow the sweet relief to soak in In a world where I’m free again The invisible man with his hands around my neck He will kill me you see, leave my body in a wreck Until then I suffer from this slow but inevitable death Where his fingers caress, releasing at my dying breath
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