Fighting death

The nightmare, we do not dare to dream.
Waking up with an unholy scream.
Don’t think about it, live now, they said.
So I moved on, ignoring the thread.

But approaching the end, it started to itch.
Laughing in my face, like an evil witch.
Decided it was, even before I knew.
Don’t try to fight it, it will get you too.

Then suddenly it’s over, just like that.
Grabbing your life in an unfair combat.
The only thing that is left for you to do.
Is waiting for your loved one’s, to go too.

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