The Image Comes

We almost made it Without air in our lungs Hopeful and jaded Speaking different tongues We almost made it Taking it as it comes All senses abraded Something died in my arms We almost made it Thoughts were safe from the harms All senses degraded Something died in my arms Here it comes Image comes to my head Tries to hurt me again We almost made it With blindfold on my eyes All senses sedated Something died in my arms Here it comes Image comes to my head Tries to hurt me again