every corner, every angle it waits patiently
waiting for you walk into his bosom carelessly
he stands tall with no regards
waiting for you to falter and loose-guard

it lurks even in our deepest minds
aiming for our souls to bind
it’s a course we all must journey
a dessert you can’t resist you dummy

don’t you see death all around you?
caressing you as you plead silence in the loo
we ain’t getting younger relax your stunts
else you’ll be puffed off like blunt

everyday we swim close to the bait
luckily, some of us gets there late
millions have fallen into their graves
you’re only lucky you got late to the conclave

do you, do you see death all around us
waiting patiently with his insatiable cuss
your time is up he would say
with a sinister smile so fray

@talk2leigh
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6:14am
12 Sept 2024
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