Wretched Existence

My fragile soul will never forget that bleak night,
It was the moment that time has frozen still.
When our eyes connected; the colours slowly faded
And everything around us was dispersing into space.

The fear was overwhelming and my body tried to flee,
But there is a vacuum like force that trapped me into place.
And there at the end of the hallway it was a shadow figure
Every footstep it takes towards me, is engulfing all the light around it.

The screech from it was out of this world,
It then placed its hand an inch away from my face.
It was an eerie feeling – its hand was burning my skin
But inside of me was chilly and paralyzing.

Death was engulfing my rotten life away,
Like an old battery connected to a lamp that is losing its power.
I realised that dark figure is an embodiment of my sorrow
The monster that people see, is it me?

There’s no point now I am a broken, wretched existence
The solitude that wraps around keeps drowning me
I am sinking here alone in this world that someone imagined
There is nothing left to see, I no longer care to swim up

The monster that people see is it me?
Oh please… Just remember how I used to be.