​A failed escape

 
… The lay of skin is holding on the end,
And in a moment I’ll be free from living chains.
This freezing steel will be the last my friend.
He’ll take me home to cure these aching pains.
 
I can’t hold back the stream of salty knives,
They are like razors cutting off my mind.
I’m looking straight before with melted eyes.
I know she’s near… C’mon, do not be kind!
 
And at the edge of life and death,
When there’s another side before, just make a step!
Nobody wants to take me, even bloody Seth.
My dying calls have drown, I’m in a living trap…