Numb

Like a ghastly figure,

Lips lost sensation.

And face with a little less of circulation,

Vibrant mess in a state of seizure.

Losing all that one would treasure.

Less of compassion,

In utter confusion.

Flowing freely without count or measure..

Only to find a way,

To save this flickering flame.

One last time compelling inners to try,

Been a victim before to wicked game.

With lamentation to cry,

Losing respect of name.