Exhaustion racks this corpse
There is nothing left to give
The legs begin to give out
And the pursuers grow closer
Black hands reach from shadows
Seeking to gain purchase
Weakly swatting them away
Losing the will to live
The footsteps patient and measured
Come with confidence
Like buzzards above the doomed
Waiting for easy prey
Afforded only withering motivation
Out of reserves, resolve completely drained
Concеde, Surrender
Falling to takе the knee
Giving up, giving in
Attrition is attained
Running seems hopeless
And I've already tried to die once
Disregard for bodily pain
Disregard for bodily form
The dark coils come into sight
The shape moves effortlessly
The air chills as the wind picks up
The mind conjures images of death
The shame, this avoidable failure
Worthy of nothing but misery and pain
The tortures forthcoming deserved
Sought for, considered, and paid for in full
Yet still, in spite of beliefs to the contrary
This still just doesn't seem fair
Willing to accept the blame
But unwilling to accept what it means
Laid down, tired, thirsty and starved
Between dying flames
Surrender is finalized
Face down in the dirt
With only enough energy to curl up and die
Did you really think it would be so easy?
Did you really think you could get away?
Did you really think that no one would notice?
Did you really think there was a simple escape?
Black tendrils snake their way out
And work to ensnare every limb
Their touch so cold it burns
And accusations then begin
Ungrateful, unloving
Unwilling to reciprocate
Unaware of your luck
Un-knowing, unstriving
Unable to put forth the work
Self-involved, egotistic
Unthinking of those who love you
At the heart of the earth
The victim, the martyr
Unable to suffer in silence
Begging, pleading, as darkness creeps over this lifeless, colorless, worthless cadaver
The paradox of self-imposing the judgement while not wanting the sentence is perfectly clear
A blank face with familiar features hangs over inverted and scowls disapprovingly
The tendrils, they writhe and climb and support the white mask as it repeats
Ungrateful, unloving
Unwilling to reciprocate
Unaware of your luck
Un-knowing, unstriving
Unable to put forth the work
Self-involved, egotistic
Unthinking of those who love you
At the heart of the earth
The victim, the martyr
Unable to suffer in silence
Exhaustion racks this corpse
There is nothing left to give
The eyes begin to close
As the accusations echo
The shame, this avoidable failure
Worthy of nothing but misery and pain
The tortures forthcoming deserved
Sought for, considered, and paid for in full
Yet still, in spite of beliefs to the contrary
This still just doesn't seem fair
Willing to accept the blame
Unwilling to accept what it means