Hopeless Prisoner of Loneliness

The fear in your eyes
The terror in your gasps
You knew all along
this would not last

Death Pains Try 1

This life line is growing short
This corpse is growing cold
There's so much more, projects, ideas, and all I want to do
So many stories I have left untold
But like birth death comes
and like birth I'm having death pains
and it'll come,
Death will come.

I do not mean to leave
I do not mean to cause pain
I do not mean to cause grief/ make everyone grieve

Oh please,
dear sous please
I beg you to accept me,
these,
Small snippets I have uploaded
for they are all of me, my few accomplishments

I'm feeling so dead
Life sucked outta me again,
                   (this lifeline is growing short
                    this corpse is growing cold)
ghost, Ethereal, I'm becoming
immaterial,
Have no strength to clench my fists
grab onto the tendrils, the wisps,
                   (there's so much more to finish)
mist,
Is this the afterlife?
Or are these tears in my eyes?
What will everyone say if I suddenly pass-away and die?
Will they still be telling their lies?
Say it was all in my mind?
The symptoms I listed a billion times,
Instead of salvation they gave me
bills,
to cure my ills,

I do not mean to leave
To cause everyone to grieve
But like birth death comes,
(it's happening now)
and it's giving me death pains,
(listless)
But as I fade away
I'm going out with the loudest shout,
(exhale, a mere whisper)
In the only way I know how,
through these small snippets,
my few accomplishments,

So please accept these
(which is me)
And be kind in what you speak,

For this is my soul
that you
see

So double, triple, quadruple think before you comment or say
anything on this page
because I do not want to fade away in dismay