Into Dawn: Alone, There He Sits

A man sits alone

in the place he calls home

and he sits in his chair and he weeps

A tear in his seams

Has wounded his dreams

And upon him, slowly, death creeps

He’s not broken yet

But he can’t forget

How he pushed all of his loved ones away

And now he can tell

That in this living hell

That he’d wishes he’d just let them stay

Now see the blood drip

From his fingertips

As it pools at his feet on the floor.

He’s fought for so long

His defences are gone

And he can’t fight alone anymore

And the pieces he’s lost

That his choices have cost

Have torn his conscious to shreds

His own mind betrayed

Wants not to be saved

So now – there he sits – until dead.

Into Dawn