The Trauma

Cold lights find ways
Into my room at night
I am trying to escape
What feels like demise

God, please let me out
Of this loathsome life

Pale hands, weak thighs
Death keeps screaming my name
Fading slowly
Into the afterlife

God, please let me out
Of this loathsome life
Godforsaken times
Oh, please let me die

Death is screaming
My name
Gasping for air until silence arrives