It Is All Over Poem by Shyanne Morreau

death lurks, my head jerks
to turn another way
but i am trapped the walls cave in
i cant get away

these ghosts and demons wrapp around
chase away my every hope
and i am walking off the edge
onto this tight high rope

and everything i say and do
is analyzed put to thought
they are using me like a test rat
and i want them all to stop

hooked up to these damned machines
that read my every emotion
if i werent strapped down, i would rise
and cause a commotion

needles poke and hooks pull away
my skin as it peels like fire
and as i die away
i only think of my desire