A heavy shadow falls on my face.
Another dark cloud following me today.
"Please, not again, I kinda wanna stay."
"It's not for you, you won't last another day."

My heart seems hefty, rotted by decay.
"Can you hear that? My whispers. What do they say?"
I shut it out, hide it, delay more pain.
It smiles back.
"Not another day."

I doubt myself.
"Maybe there's no more light."
I start to give up.
It grins in delight.
It's closer now, growing, eager to say,
"you won't last another day."

Now alone, hidden, stowed away.
Blade in my hand.
Tears on my face.
Blood pooling.
Opened poison from it's case.
I say to myself.
"Not another day."