I’m stuck in a dream.

The light within has flickered out of sight

and this place of darkened disillusionment 

has become my home. 

The walls are too high to climb. 

Hope is well out of reach.  

I hear the voices echoing

down the corridors and around the corners

of this maze I am lost in.  

 

Die and be free. 

Hope has died and so should you.  

There is no waking from this nightmare. 

You are too far gone,

neither alive nor dead. 

You are a living corpse. 

The disease has eaten your mind.  

 

Follow me to a place where there is no pain. 

Let me show you such beautiful oblivion. 

I will lead you to where you will never feel again. 

Follow me and I will kill you. 

Follow me. 

 

Now I know the pull is just too strong. 

I have no resistance to this death 

that’s seducing me.  

Blindly I follow and deeper I go into this labyrinth

and the way behind me is being forgotten

more and more with every passing day.  

I am being swallowed up

and become more and more lost to this numb. 

This is the anesthesia before the syringe. 

This is the dull before the end,

the silence before the poison enters my veins. 

 

After this is quiet.  

All the noise will go away. 

You need only take the final step.  

Lay here and get comfortable.  

Soon you won’t feel a thing.

But don’t worry, I won’t leave you.  

I will be here till the end.