The Ultimate Competition

This world is black or white
Mine is black, suffocating and tight
It's a war I don't wish to fight

Life's grip is slipping
The scale seems to be tipping

Death has the upper hand
My hour glass is running out of sand

Piece by piece it drops away
Preparing my grave; where I must stay

Death controls my destiny
While I control no man or sea

But there is away to defeat the reaper
To skip some steps and become my own keeper

Escalate my depression
Blame it on my lack of expression

My life was meant to end
Not because the lack of a friend

When my face meets the concrete
Know I'll be in the winners seat