Broken breathing and deep regret,
All the thoughts running through your head.
As the night falls, the gentleman calls,
Prepares you for the new path ahead.

"It's nicer and quieter,
Not at all filled with dread."
He looks at your walls and leads you down halls,
Confident you'll finally leave your bed.

"It looks enticing," you say to yourself.
It makes you believe that you were a fool.
"It's not too late. It has to be fate."
Nervous and waiting, he hands you your tool.

"I'll say my farewells as I leave on this journey.
Goodbye all who were waiting for this day,
To those that I love, I'll be up above,
Don't worry, I've found my way."