A Poem Called Slow Death

A Poem Called Slow Death

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. 

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