My Nightmare

Sapped me of my soul and sapped me of my breath.

In-cased in darkness; a sacrifice for death.

I hold to my last resort, attempting to endure my endeavor.

My life, my hopes, my dreams; my very existence is severed.

My tears are dry, the blood flowing through my veins are leeched by cruelty and deviancy of the world.

Engulfed by evil, the pain is spontaneous.

Stripped of my pride, my freedom, mauled to the highest degree of heinous.

Thoughts go through my head of: What should I do? Where should I go?

Who do I turn to? When my chalices of tears overflow?

Sick in chaos and ill in sin.

My battle I never fought; neither lose or win.

These words I take to my grave as the crows roost on my tombstone.

It is inevitable, ashes to ashes, bones to bones.

Even here as I lay dead…

As the dirt covers my head…

This nightmare will never end…alive or dead.