Check Mate...

Dancing in the darkness,
Where only the shadows remain,
Hidden from the light in the night I feel sane,
Wrapped in the delusions,
These voices in my head,
Just a pawn in life,
Yet the game for me is dead,
Burried in my flesh,
Such a lonely grave,
Wrapped in chains estranged,
Apsyxiated by each breath,
Gasping my lungs fill with crimson,
Painting the concrete canvas red,
I feel half alive but I know inside Im really dead,
Transfixed by the beauty of death,
Begging withered down upon my knees,
As azure eyes watch my body bleed,
Longing for the comfort of eternal sleep,
Inside I plead,
For life to end and death to consume me,
To swallow me whole,
To erase this face I hate and know,
Break my shackles of life,
Choke me with my chain's,
Gagg me with your lies,
As I cry out to feel some simblance of being sane,
The light shines upon the stairs,
The doctor's are comming to see me again,
I realize then,
I can never escape this straight jacket,
Confining my skin,
Holding me tighly,
Just another pawn within the game,
I pray to feel the wrath,
Of the final move,
Sixty four to two,
You lose mother fucker,
Check-mate....

Scott Schneider
8/24/2009