Death, I fear you not.
I hear you not.
Your calls
Nor your warnings.
I am well apprised of your inevitablelity
Cause I am aware of your pacing step.
Yet, I fear you not.
It is the entity that scares me.
The existence that baffles me.
It is to respire that tires me.
Rejoicing in pain
Smiling in vain
Is what deplets me
It is this living that scares me.
