Tight chest, light breaths
Crimson splattered walls
Skittering steel echoes
Scrape at my skull

Silence, heavy breathing
My sweaty grip is shaking
The lights flicker, waning
Shrieking, flailing, bleeding, wailing

All of this was because of a feeling
harbored inside, I clung to its light
Now the shadows that it cast have reached my eyes
and they're dark enough to make me blind

Isolation
It has a welcoming warmth
When those you look to for companionship
Slaver ravenously

Dementia
It has an appealing air
When the reality that you reside in
is empty and black

Every death I live brings me closer to the finish line