Senses fail as you crumble to the ground,
the poison inbedded into your body slowly tantalizing your mind,
your head feels as if a creature is crawling around in it,
can you feel it,
The doctor says nothing can help you,
death is approaching and nobody can stop it,
or can they,
the dictator of pain is here,
born from the womb of a saint,
your troubles are over,
a hand touches your soul tugging the poison from within you,
can you feel it,
your mind's numbness dies,
the twitching stops,
your senses come back and hold you,
your eyes open,
reawakened,
free from deaths capable grip,
Revived by a dictation of bindless love for life,
so hold on to life,
keep it within your hopes and dreams,
without life,
you wouldn't be able to dream anyway.