I want to live
yet I'm slowly dying
God I know I sinned
wishing the day
of my death
would hunt me down
faster than
fate
would make it.

yet, I'm here,
feel it stalking
as a piece of my soul
slowly fades
away

I tried to catch it
the glimpse of life
colorful and
beloved
yet,
my hands turned transparent;
my legs were stuck deep in the ground,
my voice couldn't be heard,
my eyes didn't believe what they saw.
my soul cried.
my life was escaping.

and when it turned around,
I saw death
taking it away
and a final laugh
echoed through
my mind
until the rest of my days.