Imminent

was asked if i'd rather know when I died or not know when I died. The exercise was to describe your choice in how you would change your perspective, so I came up with this

Imminent

A gift wrapped in rusty barbed wire, hastily opened
the forbidden curse of fore seeing one's end

a tribute only bestowed upon the soulless vessels

the card along with it, written in rustic blood, coaxed in sins

once opened the sinister knowledge can not be suppressed

acceptance in the crimson tide leads the mind astray 

the boy's feet peaked over the summit of the hotel

nine stories high, with the unwrapped gift in his dark hoodie

clenching his fist to his heart, one tear emanated from his dreary eyes

the boy leaped in valor.