A short life

I owe the reaper
And he owes me nothing
But strangely  
He has exactly what I seek
 
All throughout this night
I’ve been speaking to my lost siblings
They’re either synchronised clockwork monsters
Or they’re onto something here
Should I trust them?
Monger my own fear?
 
How long will I have to walk?
The eight sided dice of fate
Lingering by my side
They lead me here of all places
I think ill throw them away
Let them roll just one last time