Death is coming...

The sweet sensation,

The adrenaline...

As you play with death,

Its so close I can almost taste it,

And yet too far to imagine,

The antisipation as I wait,

As I wait for that final day,

Is almost suffocating,

The annoyances that drive me to that final edge...

Helpful in a way that I cannot explain,

The others that wait with me...

wait with me for the great reaper,

their faces blend in so perfectly,

So perfectly in a way that mine could never,

But as I watch death come closer,

I can't help but think,

about everything I'm leaving,

But that doesn't matter now...

Now, if you excuse me...

I have an appointment with death to keep...