To stare death in the face,

And merely groan,

By grief twas,

Your fear overthrown.

It taunts you, it screams,

Trying to grab your attention,

Though death's just another pest

In your grand collection.

You look up at the storm clouds,

This day rather dreary.

So long was this life,

Your bones have grown weary.

Your fate, quite bleak,

To die here, cold and alone.

Slowly slipping away,

In this dark and grim home.

Your past, a grey streak,

But sadness and sorrow.

Sitting by the window,

You don't wish for the morrow.

Here you will stay,

in this dark hopeless place.

Your fate, sealed, and then locked away.