To Concede

Walking an empty street
Where only the pavement beneath your feet
Stands in the way of it's heat
That for you came personally to greet
A hate that was sure to meet
The death you grew so tired to cheat

Intoxicated with deceit
Your actions far from discreet
As your mind sleeps in conceit
Of never once contemplating defeat
Until you saw yourself edging to retreat
Now that death's mission it came to complete