Arms held close
A dream I fear will boast
Gently swing me by
As I clutch a desire to die
It will all get better soon
Bodies hundled in this drab room
Needle pointed to my eyes
“Quickly now” cries deaths disguise.
A part of me is buried deep
Under which wounds do weep
I question it’s sanity
Yet hate the clarity
All while trying to lose the key
It’s breaking
Breaking
Breaking free
held together by blades of soul
helpless pain that will not go
Once death has taken me close
I fear that which remains shall destroy evermore.
NIGHTMARE FANTASY 
Oh wow. This is so bleak. Good writing though
Thank you ^-^ it is quite different from my normal style but decided to do it anyways. Came out ok I think though it is very dark.