Slow Death

You're like the death reaper,

Except that you like to kill me slow,

Each moment, each word, each gesture,

Cutting, bleeding, leaving me hollow.

Death reaper takes life all at once,

But you, you like to drag it out,

You savor the pain, the tears, the wounds,

Making each second, a battlefield, no doubt.

Maybe you don't realize,

How every little thing, chips away my soul,

How your actions, leave me paralyzed,

Leaving me slowly drowning in an endless hole.

It's like living with a disease,

One that's draining every ounce of life,

One that's taking me down on my knees,

One that's bringing me endless strife.

Your words cut like a knife,

Every time you speak my name,

Leaving me in a hopeless little strife,

As I try to shield myself from your game.

You're like a thief, you rob me blind,

Taking my peace, my understanding,

Leaving me in a constant bind,

In a world that's too cruel and demanding.

You're my disease, that I can't shake off,

My addiction, that I can't control,

The yin to my yang, the moth to my cloth,

The whisper that's slowly stealing my soul.

You are my slow death,

The one that's taking me away,

One moment at a time, one breath after breath,

Until there's nothing left to say.

But I'm not going down easy,

I'll fight for every inch of my being,

For I know that what's left of me,

Is still worth every bit of seeing.

I'll spread my wings and fly,

Even if it means leaving you behind,

For in the end, my soul needs to be free,

From the slow death that's been making me blind.