Apathetic
What to do? What should he say?
Where will he be after this day?
The monster wasn’t really interested,
The monster knew, he was being tested.
These infernal days led him to ignore,
He knew he’ll walk through the door;
The door that separates life from death,
He knew that this could be his last breath.
Why should he worry, why should he fret?
He had faced death, he’d known the set.
Silently he got up, and went to the window,
Staring at the silver clouds way below.
So calmly he looked out to the sky,
Acknowledging in two days, he’d die.
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