I'm not dead yet,
But I will be soon.
And still,
I am waiting
To
Live.

It will save us
Or enslave us all.
Though the choice is yours,
You've never had a choice.
The chances pass by
And idle, we wait.
Tough break.
You were dealt a bad hand.
The choice is yours:
Cut it off or
Let it **** you.

I watch you, lost.
Navigate your day
Through the storm above.
The light, that once shone through,
Has been consumed.

I think, but cannot speak,
As I offer no sound advice.
I am lost too, like you.
Perhaps, we will find our way
Or maybe the storm

Will consume us both someday.