Dare I be not afraid to die
Though trapped within this illusive sincerity presented by the darkness in its pathological calm
It numbs me by its power-of-death
That swallows me into its abyss

I am afraid to die
For them
For myself
For my life

Lucid these visions of my
Spirits escaping me
And my mind vacuumed into total silence
Into nothingness

Too loud the tremblings of my bones
Dipped in eerie sensations of my limbs

Dare I deceive my soul to conceive me not afraid to die
I am afraid to die
For I know not how to face the darkness beyond that charcoal infused curtain
Nor the gloomy illusions alluded upon once the curtain drops-behind me

I am afraid yet wonder could my soul yield?
Steadfast could my soul be to advocate for the extension of my existence?
And my footprints untied to continue its markings in this realm?
Could my soul, at its best be composed
To charge against the
Thirsty tentacles of death
Nested at the outskirts of darkness
Longing to dim my light?

Could I dare discharge my soul to argue
To negotiate for my life
And by its mercy death chooses to turn its collar another way?
For their peace of mind
For mine peace of mind,
And maybe, for my very soul

Dare I be not afraid to die
For their sake
For my sake
For the sake of my life
LAURINDAM