Diabolical Death

Lying in a field scarce of light,

He won't give in without a fight.

Staring blankly into his woven fate,

His head hurts and arms palpitate.

He does not have a place to go,

Nor any courage left or strength to show.

Blisters of fear and hatred rake his mind,

A passion he will never leave behind.

Adamant and stubborn he stands again,

His eyes twitch in agonizing pain.

He knows the price he'll have to pay,

His flesh will rot and soul decay.

He steps and falters one last time,

His knees drop and hit the grime.

Slowly a gaping hole of light appears,

He stares awed till his eyes fill with tears.

The suffocation and pain both subside,

He bares himself with nothing to hide.

A ray of warmth caresses his core,

The purpose he served exists no more.

His fate to him is not the same,

He had a life of misery and shame.

His mind knows this isn't meant to be,

But for now, no doubt will he let himself see.

He sneers as he feels his eternal desire,

But the ray of light turns to fire.

A razor wire spirals through his soul,

The pain and agony return with a toll.

Helpless and confused he tries to fight,

Instead, he screams while dragged into the light.