• Choking, suffocating, battling for life
    Debris is my only air as I struggle in strife
    I need to break out of this system
    I need to control my own life

    Bloodied and mangled in the center, I sat
    Surrounded by mirrors, smoke and sinister black cats
    Many roads diverged yet all the doors were closed
    How can I win the battle of life, when it had become a war?

    I ran, I tripped, I fell, I gasped
    I took my last breath, a hero I lived and as a hero I’m dead