Death That Numbs Poem by Twisted Strange

I'm walking around
quiet and confused
blood tears from my eyes
people watch amused

I then start to run
but follow my troubles do
everything catching up to me
how will I make it through

Out of breath I now am
This battle I'm giving up on
yet people still look at me
framing me as a con

Slowly fading away
as I hope this dream will end
I try to open my eyes
but I’m walking around and it starts again

A nightmare come true
but only worse it becomes
The one think I know will make it better
is a Death That Numbs