35. Doomed

Your life’s beyond my brain,
My help’s always in vain,
For to you it’s all the same,
And no one you accuse:
It’s you who’s played this game,
The game that soon you’ll lose.

Soon your life will be past,
And you will breathe your last,
Because you’re sinking fast,
With no chance to survive.
You’re in the depth so vast,
For you’ve destroyed your life.

You try to run like mad.
One damned self-assured lad
Just looked at you and said,
“What did you do it for?
Turned your life into shit?
Now you will die for sure,

Though you don’t get it now,
But Death will find somehow
Your ass, and don’t you howl!
You won’t escape your fate,
And you will be laid low
‘Cause Death don’t like to wait!”

He’s right in all he said:
You’re hanging on a thread.
One cut, and you’ll be dead,
And nothing you can do
When Death wants to be fed
And to be through with you.

But why is your Death close?
You are trapped, I suppose.
It’s ever-increasing dose.
You hate drugs, but too late.
All say, “He’ll die on the nose,”
For it’s your chosen fate.

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