Struggle

Wake me up, before I die.

Staring, awkwardly to the sky,

lying there, hold me close.

As I stare; comatose.

Sleep so long.

It feels so wrong.

My soul’s undone,

I cry for fun.

Red drops of liquid eternity,

life force flowing.

My life force, going.

My life force, slowing.

Dead eyes staring at a world unreal.

Dead heart beating, the blood; my seal.

Your soul is lost, to the Forever Forge.

One last time I cry.

I can feel it.

My life force flowing,

going. Slowing.

Gone.

One last time, I live the lie.

I watch you rise,

and then

you die.

via Poem: Struggle.

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