Lying in bed as the tears creep near,
Losing my life is not what I fear.
But losing the game at which I have played.
My garments are worn, my sorrow is frayed.
Still as I sleep my sensations stab me,
But inside I know that my demons will grab me.
Only by you do I see by the light.
By candle of something in all of the spite.
The dark overwhelms like cloaking the shadow.
Too late for me, the blood looking narrow.
For naught is my blood but the blood of another,
Yet though no death, I still need to cover.
Violently striking does fatigue grow higher.
The heat in my head as hot as a fire.
The lead in my hands not slowing my pace.
I move in the dark to cover my face.
Although I’m in hiding my face does appear.
At every street corner on parchment does leer.
Underneath streets is my very distraction.
By nightmares and dreams are my only reactions.
I no longer feel, no longer have care.
But search every face with a lingering stare.
No matter the reason on stone and on light.
I search for my place in the middle of the fight.
My time here is done, and my life dwindles slowly.
Life on the line, it depends on it solely.
As brightness fades fast, and blackness ensnares
My eyes tear of you, the last drop of your cares.
