When filled with fright
Nowhere to run
Death looking you in the face
but eternal existence
You climb to the highest place
Searching without your given Angel
Trying to survive but knowing death is at your door
Tears can’t even fall anymore
Numb to focus
Everything been ripped away and still a slave once more in a deep dark world where I survived
I hope on only a sketch drawn by a psychic
wondering if it still survives or if that dream died too
Will he be my savior
Does he even exist
Or is this another ripped up dream awaiting deems
