Lachesism

Is it enough to obtain
All the comforts you forsook?
Staring death in the eye
But she wears a much different look
Her touch is much more gentle;
You were caught unaware,
Lazily caressing your life out
From the coze upon your chair
"Here's the catch"
She whispers in your ear,
"To hone your life in full
You must own me as your dear.
Grab me by the collar
And pull me tight by the lace
If you want your life back
You can bet on our heart's race"
"Stare into the abyss
In my Iris holds your wish
Leave your comfort behind
Come give death a subtle kiss"
"Hold me at the edge
Of your bed, in your dream
Wake up from these shades of grey
Take some chance, make me scream..."
...
"I want to see you live..."
No matter how rough life likes to play
Only then will you feel alive
Teasing death day by day
©palewriter