I held on for so long, the tightest grip on a tearing reality, the fabric old, decaying
It's very fibres parting, splitting and twisting in a thousand ways.
No savior to pray to, forsaken by all gods.
And the devil?  He was too busy watching the last seconds to make a deal.
I imagined a battle for my soul or its remnants decayed, having been eaten out in life now empty for death
What of death? Oh reaper man where art though this evening? Show yourself!!
Is the bitter cold I feel upon my face as I slip your touch
Be you here now with me?
Should I cry for help?
Would any voice be heard
Or do I travel alone tonight?
This dark dark dark night