Living a fast life, experience slow death Exhilaration daily steals all your breaths Surprise and adventure and yet you never Expect for the day you come face to face With the reaper, floats through the air as If outside of time, a higher form of existence Than man in his prime, your life starts to unravel, Accomplishments unwind and a vivid vision Enters and forces you to rewind. Going over The footage of good deeds and sins, weighing Both sides to see which one wins, and death Looks on, knowing you’re not long for this World, and all of it sums up to the girl that you Did it all for, embarrassed yourself for, degraded Yourself for, put aside your pride and brought an Expensive ring for, and death reflects her face as it Steals the last of your life and you’re dead before you Even feel the scythe strike.

A Poem Called Slow Death
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