Rotten rat

The only thing I fear is death

But fearing death is fearing life

It comes with no surprise that

When you live you die a little each time

And when your heart beats fast

It beats time to kill at the waiting room

Waiting for a diagnosis that will fill the wound

Truth was you were diagnosed with fate and a path

Either as an empath in a world of envy 

Or a sociopath destined to drown in life's chaotic energy

But what I will not be

Is a rotten rat

Waiting for life on the side of the street