Standing ovation Total demise Piercing silence Isolated/paralyzed Spiked vein/ crimson artwork Slowly fading away… Falling/dreaming Pulled from bloody slumber Torn from the almost reachable casket Locked doors/padded windows. Sailing a sea of mental decay These eyes re-opened for now Yet locked on to spiritual death Trapped in this personal hell No exits to be found The end results remain the same: Pain, Solitude, Emptiness, Darkness…