• Do you know,
    Eyes blind with fear,
    lungs drowning in coldness,
    how it feels to die?
    The fate of mortal men-
    Outsmart it, outrun it,
    you cannot.
    Fate holds you tight within her grasp.
    No escape from her.
    Cold and clammy,
    reaching our with those hands.
    Indiscriminant, random choice.
    Death embraces you-
    you are warm.
    Sink, sink deeper into her arms.
    No fight left.
    Just death. And you.
    There is no escape,
    yet you are happy.
    And free.