Captive

Is anyone here?

Help. I need help.

It is cold here.

So dark. Endless void.

All is nothing,

and I am a dream.

Please hear me.

I am pleading,

begging,

on my knees,

crawling,

falling.

And now,

I fear it is too late.

So silent here.

The kind that makes your ears bleed.

Because all you hear

is the sound

of your unfulfilled

empty beating heart.

Painfully mocking me

by beating on endlessly.

Pumping false hopes

through hopeless veins.

And it hurts and burns,

how it keeps me alive.

My body my prison,

held captive by mind.