Death

I lie here on the floor,
The foot of death forcing upon my soul,
As I kick and scream for help,
But it just applies more pain to me.
These tears are no longer a valid cry for help.
This pain is no longer tolerable.
These screams no longer suppress the anger.
All of the scars upon my heart now show every breath I draw,
Making themselves known to all others,
And tell the tale of the road I’ve traveled.
I am locked in a cell,
The cell of your perfect world,
With everything else you wish did not exist.
And I lay curled up in this unforgiving corner,
Nothing around me but darkness,
As I allow the rats to consume my presence.
Because feeding their hunger is a better cause.
Deprived of the light of life.
Determined to succeed in a world formed to make me fail,
And you are just one of the obstacles in the way.
Who can tell what lies down the path.
But for now you stand upon my soul,
And watch me as I lose my sanity.
My dignity is slowly deteriorating,
And my purpose is no longer clear.
As I close my eyes and watch your image fade,
And feel relief of the pain you’re feeding me,
I re-awake to your world of torture,
As I feel my soul falling away,
I quit all resistance,
And wait for the end to rescue me.