How Free Are We? Poem by Stacy Co.

We rely on technology,
How worthless are we?
When it comes to life,
Nothing's for free.

We've got nothing else to do,
And everything I do reminds me of you.
We're wasting our time,
And wasting our lives, too.

As I sit here,
Waiting in fear,
A chill flows through my body;
He is near.

I say goodbye,
As I wait to die.
He comes nearer still,
As I begin to cry.

I feel his cold breath on my skin,
We must now pay for our sins.
He beckons me closer,
Hell, I am going in.

He's sucking the life out of me,
Black is all I see.
A grin appears on his face,
But now, I am free.