The voice before I die. While the frigid moment grabs me naked, I realize now, how miserably I faked it, It catches me, and stares me in the eye, Asking me, ruthlessly, “why the hell did you lie?" Swarming within my skin, I can feel it, Gaping at nothing, how did I steal it? From where did it come and when shall it leave? When will this everlasting moment let me be? Cold and stone, I try to embrace the truth once more, It runs away before I could try, why didn’t I try before? A haunting yet familiar voice blares in my ear, “You’ve lost the reality, to reality, can you hear?” Give up, I can’t, I can’t afford to lose it all again, All the measure of this hate refuses to be restrained. Scream it out? But how shall I risk it all? What if you would suspect the guilt in my shout? “Scream it out, let them know, let them be aware” Why does this voice follow me, why does it care? Stop it, have mercy, I can’t believe I’m screaming, Why does it feel so real, can’t I just be dreaming? Let go of me, it seems too much, I’m dying here, where are you, where’s your touch? Please come back, forgive me for the forged heart, Return to me, my soul; see how I’m being torn apart. But all these pleas came to no avail, I scarred and bled myself as I wailed, No one out there to consider this intolerable pain, At long last I died, the voice fading from my brain. and now your comments please...