Escaping Life And Death Poem by Mark Cho

I reach into my soul,
I follow my shadow's footsteps.
A fog eclipses both light and night.
Is it the path of thorns?
Or the path of salvation?

I run.
Again.
And Again.

From the monster within me.
Its eyes cannot see.
Its voice a cage.
Its dignity set free.

As the sea melts my skin.
Nothing, but wax and plastic.
Heart is just a corpse.
Insomnia fuels the brain.
As blood cleanses me.
I no longer care to foresee.

For my past is the future.
I lost me.
The horrors go on....
Eternal.
Caught between the dead and the living.
The reaper's scythe shies from the throat.
Before he is drowned in the sea of life.
The Earth halts
A purgatory worse than hell.

Centuries to a second.
Every breath is heaven.
As the demons descend.
Deeper into the madness.

The paradise in the cell.
It never ends