left.

the grimest

of reapers

doesn't want

you dead,

for him the

satisfaction 

lies in your

suffering. 

a cast

of shadows

greets you 

as you run

but you

can't let the 

rapture

catch ya.

aim for the

thin places

the spaces

where the 

air is pregnant

& you are 

born again. 

depleted 

but you 

can't fight

the devil

with willpower 

so acceptance 

is all

that's left.