Life Does Not Satisfy - Blistered

Another dream about descent into the grave.

I struggle now to shake myself awake.

The rope swings like a pendulum,

Each second fades away.

I wake, it brings me deliverance from pain.

I burn the noose.

I spread the ashes.

But the shadows still wrapped tight around my neck.

I must fight back the urge to take my life.

Life does not satisfy!