I can feel his imminent embrace. Coiling around me an adder ready to strike.
He comes to me in my dreams, lulling me into a forever sleep.
During my waking hours, he whispers sweet nothings, begging me to join him in his world.
I have felt his cold skeletal touch many a time, but I fear this time he will truly snatch me away from my reality.
He makes promises of no more pain, no more suffering, I can feel my resolve to simply exist weakening.
He has slowly, over time lowered my defenses, I am getting weaker by the second.
I know he is just biding his time, till he can come and collect my soul.
I grow tired of this constant battle, this war I know I will never win.
for, in the end, DEATH comes for us all.