Question

We're stuck in the dark a room of debris but something is wedged between you and me. My hearts bounding as the water starts pouring in. Why'd we have to stay at death's inn? If this is the end I dread saying goodbye, but it's finally time to die. New York's lights may shine bright, but our light has faded and new dreams are recreated. Maybe one day we'll be reincarnated. My demons feed off of fear and sorrow. I know now that I won't be here tomorrow. Running on pure adrenaline, finally time has ended.

Answer 1

That is awesome! :D

Answer 2

Do you need any help?

Answer 3

Maybe just with punctuation

Answer 4

Is what you wrote a poem or a story? If its a poem then its fine... If its a story then I have to re-read it a few times to double check