He stands on the roof looking down.

Piercing eyes watching in the veiled night.

Heaving puffs of numbing cold air.

He crouches low.

Fist clinched,

he is filled with great dispair.

Pain echos.

Night shields him from the prying eyes.

The looks and whispers he has grown to despise.

Are they reality or his conscious drumming in his head.

Regret runs through his veins.

Hopeless dread.

Darkness engulfs his troubled mind.

Darkness claws inside his head.

It screams at him to let go.

Whispers to his lost soul.

His tumbles through the dark, chilling night.

Memories slice through his mind tucked in the corners, memories of a better time.

He wakes, trembling, cold chills.

Tormented thoughts still spill in his mind.

Was it a dream? Is he lost in time?

No.

he lays in bed, lost in his own mind.

Darkness wraps around him tight.

Distant noise echos from far away.

The tragic whispers of loved ones beg, its not your time to go away.

They whisper, please fight to stay.

Darkness engulfs him holding tight.

Yet a tiny part of his mind struggles to be heard.

Beckoning him back to this world.

Eyes flutter, his heart begains to race.

She sits tears streaming down her face.

Fingers locked with his as she whispers his name.

Victory is his this day.

He has fought to keep his sanity and life, the darkness seeps away. 

A new chance at life this day.

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