Pain strife a silent knife
Falling
The end of a life
Stalling

All I see is above me
Everything else is black
No key to get where I should be
No way back I'd hit the sack

For the last time.

He fled I bled all red
then darkness
An unfinished life I led
held back by an overpowering starkness

DEATH

I sunk
into my bed
an infinite bunk
for the dead
But I wasn't finished
I would come out undiminished
Life was above
I was below
unable to reach
I have no speech
I'm drowning in fire
nothing more could I desire
but I was inspired
as I perspired.
I thought that I ought
to try
to live
or to die
To end this suffering
while my mind is buffering
in this smothering
of darkness

I try to rise
I start to shake
The despise and the cries and the lies
threatened to quake and start to break

leaving me falling

   and I was left falling

                         I kept falling

                                       and then stalling

I found my strength
it's not too late
I inhale
my lungs deflate
I rose above the rest
I'll do my best
and won't take no for an answer.
They claw at me
wanting to be
free

But I've passed
to transcend the end
and reclaim vitality in reality
to take back all
I’d been deprived
I was going to survive
and could revive
I was determined to be alive
and cross the boundary of life