• Silent screams echo in my mind,
    The hand reaches out for me.
    Cold, withered and dead
    I'm shaken to consciousness.
    In a cold sweat, I wait;
    Wait for what's next,
    Wait for a voice
    To assure me of life.
    The tourniquet snaps,
    My mind goes into overdrive;
    I'm falling forever
    And no one can catch me.
    Nothing to grab onto,
    My soul shatters before me
    Before I stop.
    I would rather have welcomed the needle.