Death at your doorstep,
One knock too many,
You prolong it,
As it breathes down your neck,
The chill so heavenly,
Did you live to the fullest?
Or die empty,
Ill tempers flaring,
In your heart and mind,
The life you didnt live,
The wasted time in your body,
This complicates you,
In every way you hate,
But the answer to your questions of death,
Only to be answered in life,
Was it worth it?
Worth the time,
You wasted your life,
And now its to late,
You learned to slow,
And an eternity of solitude,
Could be the end,
Or a blissful start,
To this, to live,
Just live life every day,
As it was the last,
Just over and over,
Youll think,
And always,
Regret,
Every thing you,
Dont love.
The end of the beginning now?
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Submission Name: Independent Death
