when i hear the word 'death',
one thing comes to mind:
the sharp awakening of fear,
for a shortened breath
truly does bind
one to the ugly form of fear as it leers
in the corner of a darkened room.
it impatiently waits,
paces about,
and i hear it loudly croon
at me to give myself up to my fate.
but in my mind there is no doubt,
i will not stay quiet,
i will not feel terror,
i will not give into the safety of fearful flight.
i will riot,
i will become the scarer,
without a doubt i will put up a fight.
