Never before I feel the stink breath of death so near its chill runs through my spine.
For every unfortunate incidents, I think “is it bad omen?”
And every nice thing happens, “will this be the last?”
“what will become of everything after this?”
“how could I ever survive?”
Still, it isn’t death of mine that I fear, but death of another.
If I could give some of my lifespan to someone else, I would.