Fanatical Last Beats

I fell deeper and deepr
into the abyss of the dead,
never to see a peaceful slumber.
Always taunted by tragic dreams
filled with monsters and creepers.
I ask, can't anyone hear my cries?

I asked a man once
what I must do to live.
He looked at me like I was a dunce.
He responded saying you can't,
not with all of your pulled stunts.
Then he walked out without a word.

Fear gripped at my heart
contricting its frantic beats.
Now I know I cannot start
anew, its too late for my soul.
So, take my limp body away in a cart
for I realized the truth and I am gone.