I see you lurking out there in the hall
I will ignore you, not ready to go at all
I’m a fighter, I will survive
I refused to follow your hood and scythe
You are relentless, but can’t you see
I’m busy right now, enjoying my family
It’s just a setback, you don't own me yet
Pacing my doorway is as close as you’ll get
It’s just pain, I can overcome
In the end, it’ll be the war that I won
I may no longer stand and fight,
But my victory is a matter of when, not might
You stroll through the doorway,
No, my friend, I won’t go with you today
Feel free to stand there
It’s going to be awhile, though, pull up a chair
The time has come, I have suffered enough
I find comfort being surrounded by my family’s love
You’re standing close, I can hear your shallow breath
I close my eyes one last time, silently, completely, welcome death
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