Isn't it strange
How the glow of life
Can be snatched away
So quickly

How the iron in our veins
Can give us life
And all at once
Rip through them

Death is just another adventure
They said
They cried
They hoped

But adventure here
Or adventure there
The words in my throat remain
When they should have reached your ears

Viscous vengeful iron
With sharp fingertips
And blindness
You take another life

Procrastination
Dark and tempting delay
With illusions of tomorrow
You took my life

No more.
For you, my friend
Though iron cannot be ruled
Procrastination will take no more.