Without The Suffocating Hand – Unhinged Poem

It’s arms fall around me like dead eyes starring forward without hope, I cling to what I call life without care, the darkness descends, the endless song begins to sing, I hope for the suffocation of life’s hand, I cry for a deliverance, a witness, a moment, a world, without a friend, a feather without a moments notice as it drifts slowly down, a silence without an end…