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