TRAPPED IN THE BLACK

Lance Barnwell

I'm so alone, but there's no way back
If you can hear me, I'm trapped in the black
He came to see me, the uninvited guest
And with his scythe he crushed my chest
Then he mocked me with his slow hand clapping
As I lay there, my last breaths gasping

I fell from life to a place called dead
The lights went out, but my pneuma fled
If this is the norm I cannot tell
I'm not close to heaven, but near to hell
There's no ticking clock, no time to gauge
Is chronic isolation death's second stage?

I'm a fading picture of a random thought
A forgotten archive through which to sort
All that I am is an ethereal essence
A withering dream of a once real presence
And I'm so alone, but there's no way back
No one can hear me, I'm trapped in the black

All that I had went one by one
A last memory to purge and then I'll be gone
But it's him, with his slow hand clapping
And I'm lying there, my last breaths gasping
...clapping...gasping...the reaper is my keeper
...clapping...gasping...the reaper is my keeper
(ad infinitum)