Self Propelled

by Patrick

What is this hell
I can't touch or smell
I'm deaf and blind
Is it in my mind?

I'm left behind
Tossed aside
Left to rot
Will I, or not?

I cannot grasp
The unfilled glass
I cannot see
How to be free

I wouldn't dare
To try to compare
My precipitous rot
To those who have not

I lie and I cry
With tears that are dry
Know not what to think
My lifeless heart sinks

I can't contemplate
I the love and the hate
All that I know
Is the endless blood flow

Never to feel
An empty peel
Why me?
Can't you see?

I ask for death
To take a last breath
I will never see
But at least I'll be free

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