The Life of Another Death

I'll carry on(Her)

Is this what death feels like?

A constant peace and silence,

No motion or disturbance,

Just peace?

This feels wrong,

nothing like this should exist,

everything was meant to change.

"Get me out of here!"

I scream and scream to a room full of the deaf,

This is just a repeat of life,

Maybe they just want me to suffer,

maybe they want me to wither,

or just let me become a zombie

But they'll never take me,

I'll carry on,

Through everything they throw at me.