What have you got on me,
This death looming,
The endless pain and suffering,
That endless torment.
The noose around my neck as I wish for the end.
Survived your grasp once,
Challenge you again,
Do your worst.
Bring me down, I’ll show you up.
Throw you down,
Show you what I am made of.
Conquer death as it’s already my life,
Already my living.
To own this world and make you my bitch.
Crushed at every turn and now it is mine.
A stretch to crush you,
To show you,
To own you.
To show you.
I have this.
Death, the mere cessation of living,
Familiar friend, or enemy?
Welcome comfort, to greet my end.
To acknowledge the limitations and differentiations.
What’s death got on me?