The color is fading.
The soul is dying.
Blood is dripping.
Pouring from my veins.
It’s like a nightmare.
That I can’t escape from.
Slowly swallowing me.
Consuming me, dragging me.
Slowly…slowly…
Taking what I hold so dearly.
The clock turning, every second is killing,
Swallowing,
Dragging.
Taking me away.
Farther, and farther I fall.
But I see no end.
Silence, so much silence.
Nothing to be heard.
Nothing to be seen.
My mind and body cry out,
But there is no response.
Have I been forsaken?
Have I been forgotten?
Lost in the hatred of others.
Abandoned to the darkness.
There is no hope.
There is no chance.
There is only death and loneliness.
There is only me and I.
There is…there is…

Troy Clark And Neal Simons

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