The End of Me

They will never find me here, An empty mind Floating in perpetual fear, As my long awaited end draws near. Just a loyal prisoner of Impending doom, Another lonely prophet screaming at his mirror in his lonely room, Predicting a demise that will visit him soon. But there is no one here to hear, No cherished heart to hold so dear, And that childhood dream becomes dark and unclear. The soul siphon hovers over this withered frame, With gnashing teeth and claws come to stake his claim, Who from the edge of time has purchased my name. To bind me eternally under lock and key, And strip away forever the character of the real me, The pending prophesy now a cold reality.