death surrounds the air
leaving people in despair
crazed with grief and pain
letting their energy drain
some living in the shadows of death
taking their life, breathing their last breath
others learn to cope
while the rest sit there and hope
that things will get better
or trying to get themselves together
the thing about it though
is that death comes real slow
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