Awaken


I feel my eyes open, for the last time...
Think I dodged a bullet, or a train...
Doesn't feel like it though...
My body aches so much,
my skin feels like it's on fire...
I keep losing track of time...
Looks like the clock says 7:00 A.M.,
to me it reads - one year, three months,
sixteen days, twenty-three hours,
nine minutes, and twenty-six...
twenty-five...twenty-four...
twenty-three seconds left...
I figure that's how long I have left
until the stress kills me...
Or maybe this really is
the last time I wake up...
Sometimes I pray, so hard
not to wake up...
Something keeps pulling me back,
Is it, maybe, my will to live?
Whatever is left of it?
I have forgotten, what it means
to have been alive, like a husk with a voice...
An empty lifeless voice...
I see now with cold, dead eyes,
as I wake for the last time...
This life I wake to is nothing more
than a cruel joke, a fa├žade, a lie...
Why would I ever wish to awake
to this nightmare of an existence...
Knowing that every single day
is rife with pain,
loneliness, and sorrow?
Why?
Let that last sleep take me...
Let me fall...forever...
Don't let me wake...
Don't let me come back...
Just leave me here,
alone with my sadness...
And yet...I still hear the call...
To awaken...
I haven't been forgotten...
Someone still needs me...
Here I come...
I'm coming...Just hold on...
I'm coming...One more time...
I awaken...for the last time...