-Torn-

The quiet breaths echo throughout the room
By myself, I am all alone
There's no one who can save me
Nor any that would think to
So, here I remain, day after day
Waiting for help I know will never arrive
With shattered hopes I lay
Upon this bed stained with lies and deceit
And the crimson liquid flowing from human blood
I can't feel the pain and I do not exist
This world came from mere imagination
To keep me occupied until I realize
The world is gone and I am dead
There is no more blood for me left to shed
On this torn and tattered bed