My life
Chocking, 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