Analysis of Tomb

I've got this black, cross choker around my neck
Not knowing what to do, or fearing what is next
If I had no choices, I'd still run away from all of you
Being stuck in this misery, I'm drowning in super glue
To scream on the inside, doesn't even explain half of it
Shards of decay cover everything, I'm suffocating from this bullshit
I would spit out the vile to stop death's voice
But, to breathe this existence, is honestly my choice
It's a sad, lonely world, when you feel all alone
Tired of nurturing embraces, I wish I could turn to stone
You was the glue that bound my world together
But, now I would do anything, to drift away like a feather
Time lapses, and my choices disappear in this eternity
And from what I've learned, no one cares about my humanity
Searching this chamber with only a match and no flame
People ask me if I'm ok, but I'm just not the same
I'm going to go the distance to get away, as soon as I'm able
To flee and get out, before the dice hit the table
To move away from this train before it crashes
My soul is beaten down from all the ashes
Each shot you throw, shatters the beauty inside this room
But, if I stay, frozen in this world
Well I guess.....
That is my tomb

A.D. Small
September 1, 2017