sovstar

hearing breaths

at a loss of words
i could have swore it was all *there*
parallel to the floor, staring at ceiling tiles
the reaping fiend is back and it's grim

installing prospects of failure
the 3rd time isn't always the charm,
from present to future then past
you're now his, and it's his time to harm

slice and snip everything just grown
i'm now back to my roots,
past declarations of independence
now is *this* what you wanted

better make a choice
cause seconds tick
even beyond ground zero

rid yourself of him
oxygen heals the pain,
another day and another day
and your existence still mundane

but who cares
really who cares,
as long as you've got yourself
you're already 50 percent there