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As I Cheat Death
By Thomas Miller
As I cheat death for one last time,
I watch the world decay in rhyme.
The air is thick with whispered wails,
A requiem sung in shattered gales.
I understand now—how frail we are,
Flickering flames in a sky gone charred.
As I take my final breath,
I taste the cold embrace of death.
Pain—relentless, sorrow-bound,
Bodies crumble, lost, unfound.
The streets are graves, the halls are tombs,
The world a cage of endless doom.
Trapped within this burning shell,
A cocoon of my own private hell.
Angels scream, demons wail,
Their voices merge—a mournful tale.
My soul is torn, my chest laid bare,
Life’s cruel jest, too much to bear.
The end is clear—our fate defined,
No bread, no fields—just flesh to find.
We gnaw on guilt, we drink regret,
No safety left, no souls unswept.
A curse, a plague, a starving race,
Devouring love, consuming grace.
And my sweet Lenore, through all this strife,
Know I have loved you more than life.
From the heights, I cry your name,
As the world ignites in endless flame.
A failing kingdom, a dying sun,
The final days have just begun.
And as I leap—one final flight,
I curse the dark, embrace the night.