Facing Mortality 

Facing dreary days 

Death is a book read

the ending said outloud

I might have 20 good years left

schizophrenics die sooner than Neurotypicals

I believe our consciousness lives on

after this skin fails

A skeleton flails in the dark gasping for air in its lungs

while its soul breaks free

of the old carcass or chrysalis 

in a way I have been searching for a exit

no need to hex it

let’s go 

this life a daydreaming visage 

a stage we barge through

Without any dialogue 

only what we choose

My circumstances bruise

what can life do but promise a lot

then end 

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