The Fight Against Death

Death by numbers, is what they say

Forget the problems, we have today

There is an end

It glistens near

Fluorescent lights are always here.

Black lights collide, death comes at night

It stalks its prey into the dark

The curtains close

We lose control

Scared and trapped

I cannot breathe; this place is slowly killing me

Escape I must!

It’s closing in

Reaping hands reach for my skin

They hold me tight, reversing life


Not now, not me

Refuse consent, to leave the day

Unfinished tasks and lovers wait

Fight I must, to stay alive

And let the others say goodbye


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