Friday, March 23, 2012

vita-necophobia

I fear death as I fear life
Afraid to die yet scared to live
The scythe of death, the blow of life
Neither kept me standing

Beneath my bed I shiver
This thief in the night awaits
Standing grinning by the door
Humming hymns of requiem
At dawn my eyes ease open
Good-forsaken day to endure
Where ill luck gets another chance
To strike its curse on me
The nights are always frightful
And daylights full of dread
My life a whole day failure
And death still lurks at night

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