The grasp of death pulls you in slow enough to torment every moment
Yet fast enough to leave us stunned and motionless.
It clenches tightly, devouring your lungs, clasping for breath
Leaving you and everyone else around you empty.
Death is but a fantasy, and it will soon be a test of reaction
A test of human emotion that I'm doubtful I can pass.
The swamp in my eyes drained lifetimes ago
Leaving me arid, with the winds blowing in salt; a bitter flavor.
Who's body is actually more cold? Your newfound physicality
Or my shattered psyche leaving only tastes of sadness through fantasy?
I want to say I love you but I also want to say the truth
And right now the truth can only be found with the grip crushes you
Back to dust.