dear death
dear death
you lie in the dark
waiting, never resting
for years you walk behind us
thinking the next step might be our last
you strike fear into the hearts of the strongest
and break the hearts of the weak
we run hoping to get away
but slowly you tread behind
until we lose our breath
and collaspe to the ground
we become weak and brittle
not strong enough to move
at this time we welcome you with open arms
because we can no longer live on
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