Book will be out in 3-4 weeks maybe sooner. Titled Poetry of an Unleashed Imagination. Going by my other pen name Jack Nightengale

I can't get back,
I'm still trapped in this moment, the light is too bright
I'm trying to fight, is it over? The chains string me up
The darkness still holds me...
The darkness still holds me...

I'm... Falling....
Again...yet this time... When it's done.... This monster will disappear... It's angels that are made to be remembered.... And monsters were made to be forgotten... Still... Falling... Nothing to grab... No one to catch...

I lost....
With all these chains holding me down and keeping me here... The one thing that never got chained was my battered heart... Now I'm suck here watching it fly away... I lost...

So it comes, the end for good,
Wilting, wasting away a ghost misplaced,
Simple words none of games I whisper to you all,
Upon failed procedures and failed surgery, I say
Goodbye

The heart grows weaker and weaker the more it breaks and gets stabbed!

Imagination is like time. It does not stop, nor does it shrink but, it continuously expands.

There it goes again,
Whispers in the dark announcing my sin.
When did all this begin?
When will this end?

There is a list of things that I could say,
Another list of reason why you why you won't listen.
I've beat myself up everyday,
Because everything has gone away.

What are the odds doc?
0.01% success and a 99.99% fail.
Your body is beyond repair. This is the end.
Alright! Lets do this quickly!