I can't race for it,
Always falling behind;
Being trapped and I rate it,
In my mind, it's all blind.

The end nears me
And I stop asking if I'm okay.
Being tired of lying thee;
The way It has to be ended this day.

My fake life is getting dark,
Eyes cannot hold anymore,
The soul has won and I made it a mark;
And done living in the sore.

Agonizing to breath,
I know it's the time to quit;
If millions fear death,
A few pray for it.

                                      -TFC