A Little More

I wake up each morning,

And each day I die a little more.

I walk through the days,

With dead eyes.

I remember the time,

When things were not so.

I long for such a place.

However, each hour I spend here,

The more life is sucked out of me.

Then my saviour calls,

And the break has arrived.

Thus, I am allowed to live.

But the unknown stalks me,

And will so come,

To take my life away,

Just a little more.

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