Unstopable hands

In a sheet of paper, I wrote


I wrote my last words, beacuse i can´t say them


I feel my mouth covered by invisible hands


Those hands are taking me away


Laying in a bed


The depression grows in the room


Those hands are crossing my body and I can´t react


What i can do?


I´m still writing with crooked words


The sound of a broken clock, The time had come


I didn´t finish but the pain had already licked my hand


In a cold and lonely death, I cry