• death takes shape on my door step i see him there,
    i am afraid yet very calm
    it almost give me a surele feeling of adrenaline

    i know i am about to die yet i can't run away
    why? i ask myself...
    but i get no reply
    so i just stand there motionless
    and still strangely calm

    i know it is my time to pass on
    yet i really don't want to
    i have come to love people in my life
    and who i am, i am finally proud
    of all my achievements
    of all my life

    yet here stands death ready to take me away
    and as i step into the darkness,
    as it engulfs me
    i think to my self i cannot die for i have things uncompleted
    so i take a step back
    out of deaths reach
    and finally i find my feet

    i run
    and i run untill i am in a place unrecognizable
    am i out of the country?
    then i realize...
    i am trapped in my own mind

    i am not afraid i am curious
    i love some of things i see
    and hate others
    somethings i wanted to remember forever yet ended up forgetting
    then things i wanted to forget and leave behind.

    so now i am stuck with it all because i wouldn't
    except thing the way they were meant to be......