215 – Last Man Standing (Dedicated to Lost friends)

Stealing time
That’s all we’re givin’
Discriminant amounts
Portioned out to the livin’

Where have they gone?
Far from sight
Surrounded by darkness
Out of sight

Is there a pit
Where man descends?
Into the dark place
With no end

Silence in solitude
Once known
Among the living
Now I’m alone

Is life just a flip of a quarter?
A random choice
With no voice
A fleeting glance
Left to chance
For death it would seem
Has no pecking order

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