When Death Tries To Grab You Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

It comes without asking,
no knock no warning,
just the cold hand stretching
from the shadows you ignored.

You feel it before you see ist--
a heaviness in your chest,
like the weight of every choice
you thought would stay buried.

The room grows smaller,
walls closing in,
echoes of voices you silenced,
faces you turned away from.

There's no bargaining here,
no pleading with the dark.
It knows what you've done.
It carries your name
with the precision of a blade.

You remember it all now--
not the moments you hoped for.
but the ones you hoped to forget.
The lies that tasted sweet,
the hands you didn't hold,
the bridges you burned
and left smolde6behind you.

Regret is louder than fear,
but fear is the louder echo.
Your breath becomes a stranger,
each inhale thinner,
each exhale a confession
without words.

You realize too late:
death isn't the punishment.
It's the mirror.
And you cannot look away.