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Can you feel it in the air?- Death is here,

Around every corner- It's waiting to expose my fears.

And expose my tears- For everyone to see,

Maybe I'm just paranoid- Or maybe it's out to get me.

The Reaper doesn't like me- He's come to take me away,

I've been told God can help me- But I don't pray.

Because I'm not afraid- It's the least of my worries,

And if Death is out to get me- I just wish that it'd hurry.

So I could stop wasting my time- On writing these rhymes,

So I could lay down my pen- And announce that I resign.

Because the shit that I feel- Has been eating at my heart,

So I write them down- 'Cuz keeping them in is too hard.

I'm hearing knocks at my door- I think it's Death again,

He's come to take me away- But he says he wants to be my friend.

I've brought this on myself- Because every night I'd talk,

Laying in my bed- With my eyes closed in the dark.

Speaking out loud- I'd say I can't take this Life,

Saying I just want to end it- And I just wish that I'd die.

Because the things that I feel- Are becoming too much,

My reality is no longer real- I barely recognize my own touch.

And now here Death is- But damn, I'm not ready for this,

I'm not ready to go- But the Reaper has come to grant my death wish.





Michael C. Lucas