The End of the Line
When death smiled upon me, I quivered with fear
and clung to my life as my soul disappeared
I masked the faces of death that I’ve seen
and sounded a rattle while struggling to breath
Laying in bed a ghost in my shell
my tubes become chains that bind me in hell
I've lost all control of what once came with ease
humiliated by what everyone sees
don’t they see misery writ on my face
and each day of suffering held in this place
my longing to plunge into pools of black
to reach to the dark till it touches me back
so many have said, they don't fear to die
yet how can they know, when they've never tried
its now that I find who I really am
and whether or not I’ve failed this exam
for all it is destined, no need for concern
for every breath, a dying is earned
and all that we are is seen on that day
on feet or knees when the scythe swings away
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