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Lack of a life.
The straps strung tight to the little white bed,
Thoughts no longer flow to my head,
Just the fear of what is to come,
Chains at my feet, I cannot run,
My hands tied and head hung in shame,
Remembering life, remembering pain,
I take the walk down the corridor of white,
Willing to surrender, to give up my fight,
Look to the room where I'll spend my time,
Before the lights are turned out in my mind,
My heart will then cease to beat,
Sweat falls down now from this constant heat,
The reminders of all my life's wrongs,
Finally heading to the escape that my heart longs,
Strapped to the bed, staring at the wall,
Giving in to myself, I feel myself fall,
One flip of the switch, life goes by my eyes,
It didn't last long, and that was no surprise...
