Death creeps stealthily into my thoughts 

On tiptoe. Almost silent.

It's a thief-

Trying to take my limbs. 

My heart. 

My breath. 

It's an old friend to me now. 

The ache it once left- a laughable pin prick. 

I embrace pain. 

Suffering is the only escape. 

Death is the only option. 

Yet I, selfishly, live on.