Dead numerous times, dragged from the maze mind just in time.
Fine while skin peeled, claimed nothing needed to be healed while cracking.
Saw eyes in I quite unlike mine but didn’t know what to do.
I asked for more things to have while disrespecting all I had, so blind, confused.
Little prayers, caught my limp body right before my unseen end.
How many people have prayed me in? How many women have saved souls and skin in the background?
Learned I don’t deserve to breathe, don’t deserve what I have at all.
Was prideful without any accomplishments covering these costs, ungrateful, spoiled.
Rotting thoughts spreading disease and death to every intention, so far to go boy but I swore I was almost home.
Wrong house, wrong bed, deceived eyes.
Ears misled, unbuttoned coat, coldest heart.
Wrong road, the wrong part of town, Inbound.
I was dead and didn’t hear my feet shuffling, then I was rescued.