Scale

They say that there is a small line between life and death.

But in reality there is no line.

Every waking day,

Every choice,

Everything you do,

tips the scale further,

towards death, or towards life.

Death toys with life, giving it hope,

and for a while there is peace,

But then death lean over,

and the weight slips,

and the pressure won't release

It may be slow,

It may be instant,

But death bores easily,

so the outcome is always the same.

And once the scale has tip

your life is death's to claim

This relationship is a toxic one,

Life can barely breathe

Death leaves poisonous kisses

Slowly spreading his disease.