DOOR LESS HALL

      Try as you might, death comes for us all.  You can try to make a run for it.  But you'll die as you crawl.  

     Or you can accept there's no escape.  When it finally comes to call.  You'll find yourself running down a one way hall.  

     All you can ever wish for is the ability to stall.  For one day you'll be face up in your own shit, with your body sprawled.  And seconds before you were face to face with the reaper.

     But behind you stand an unclimbable wall. You could have met your end with honor.  But you chose to cower and fall.  

     Because you didn't know that this is a debt that comes with living.  And the same fate befall us all.