I fear that tomorrow will never come,
In my sleep, I get lost and never comeback
In my steps, I get hit by a racing truck
In my interactions, I get shot by a gun.
The ever so grim Reaper
Is always at the corner,
I am frightened with the thought
That he'll appear once I passed this drought.
Terror hugs me every night,
It's like a silhouette beyond the haze,
Anxious about when will it serve me its pointed grace,
Will I last years or maybe this is my final light?
--G. Sloth, 23/3/2024
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Theme : Self, Carpe Diam (Sieze the day) / Death