Images pass me by

words they seem to fly

over my head

awakening the dead

feelings inside me

bringing me to my knees

begging God to please

let me live for real

or close the grave and seal

me in for eternity

This half-life half-death

is squeezing out my breath

causing my heart to stop

and my head to pop

from the pain

breaking me down

foolish as a clown

taking all my love

and giving me a shove

into the cold rain

No one to give me shelter

everything is helter skelter

no mercy, no compassion

such things are out of fashion

in this day and age

so I stand alone

chilled to the bone

waiting to be led

to my place among the dead

The Final Stage