I feel crawling up my spine.
I hear it reminding me my life is not mine.
I feel dripping on my head when I am sleeping at night.
I hear it racing down my road unreality on to collision coarse to the real.
It knows all it has to do is wait, and it will devour me as its prey.
I know I will see it in faces of ones I love.
I hope when I get stuck in it’s steel jaws I will at least one at my side.
Death is a door we all will have to open…
In my only hope,
Love will be waiting on other side.
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