Dotted Line

This terrible silence stops with me,
I'm waking up now,
nothings real but pain,
with each breath I wish for death,
oh please wake me,

Tied to machines that make me be,
Darkness, imprisoning me!
All that I see!
I can not live,
I can not die,

I now owe my life to hell,
Like a bug out of its shell,
reborn,
like a spell,
yet I seem sickingly fine,
about signing that dotted line

by Callum Kyle

Comments (1)

thats.............thats to good for words