The emptiness I fear, is all to real,
Still seeing everything as if I was there,
Burning in my hands, the itch on my face,
Screaming...yet nothing escaping my lips,
Feeling the warm blood as it pushes it's way up,
Bubbling against my teeth.
The paramedics came,
But I was never found,
A part of me was left in that place,
To die beneath the silver moon,
That seems to hover above my resting place.
Death...I was never scared to die,
Only scared of what my life was,
Wishing that death would change my perspective,
Clear me of the doubts that troubled me,
Vanquishing all the spirits that seemed to haunt me.
The bandages were always there,
Constricting me from moving,
Like twisted chains bounding me to this world,
Confining me to an eternal life,
Where the light felt like the fires of a thousand suns,
Roasting me alive.
I believe now that the veil has been lifted,
The days just seem to grow dim,
My heart aches so badly from within my chest,
As I feel the jolts shoot through me,
Knowing this existence must come to an end,
That I'm far too long gone...