ANOTHER TROUBLED LOST SOUL

Hydraulic portals thrashing against the grain. Blocking out receptors, endorphins in my brain. Mortuary silence, deadtimes arrived. Awakened from spells, in trance state I thrive. Darkness is closing in. The walls they breath but light is dim. As freedom of speech is a slap to the blind, to tell you the truth is to admit that I lie. Death calls my name and now it's time for me to move on unto another world from far beyond. From this so called wasted hell of life in which I live, my hearts' turned cold. I've nothing more to give. Suicidal idealations creep in my mind. No longer depressed, when i'm dead, only happiness I will find. A world once loved has turned its' back on me. Now I must sleep eternally.