Here I sit alone by myself, how much time do I have left?

I can’t stop the pain I can’t even feel the cold, cold rain.

Am I dreaming? Why in the fuck am I screaming?

Wide awake ,unable to sleep

Daylight has gone now darkness begins to creep.

I start to shiver , I start to shake

How much more torture can I take.

Feeling cold and very weak.

I can’t lift my head not even to speak.

I close my eyes , I start to prey,

why do I do this? there is no saving me anyway.

So this is hell, so this is my fate

I must say isn’t life great!

R.L. Schreivogl