I'm almost dead
but not quite.
I'm sitting here,
waiting tight.
the knife on the ground
explains it all
as i lie 
in the silent hall.
nobody around,
nobody to see
i see the light
as im on my knees,
i beg for them 
to take me away
but i have nothing else 
left to say.
for now i realize the real truth,
I'm still un-dead