Still waking up, am I still alive
Wondering how much more there is left
Slowly turning into a ghost,
Desolate and oblivious,
Colder and weaker
What is there to give or take
Except for despair and pain
Disgruntled I walk the wheel of life
With myself as my only companion

A sudden thrust in middle of rest
Like a shower of knives
And as it pierces my very soul
The dream and sight fades away
I should be curious or frightened
But I am only glad
Releived over the end of the misery
That life has given me

But as I float away into nothingness
I feel a steel grip taking me
With the speed of light, down
Deep into the hellish domains
For what I did and did not
For eternity I shall burn
In the purgatory I made