The Last Strand

There's a reign of pain Tormenting my worn out brain Driving me insane I just can't seem to maintain Sometimes biting a bullet Seems the most humane You just never foresee When rational thoughts flee And your driven to your knees Begging God please Grant me a reprieve But with all my begging for mercy There's no guarantee To be set free So I fight this war Behind locked doors Curled up in fetal position On the cold marble floor Beads of sweat pouring out my pores And the voice inside screams I can't take any more