Tracing the shadows
on the walls
watching them dance
in the flickering
candlelight
careless and thoughtless
to anything around
but their end will come
when I extinguish the light

My end will come
surely as the shadows that
I feed and kill
and maybe somebody else
will be responsible
but frankly I don't care

Like a moth drawn to the flame
some decide to embrace their demise
and others they live to escape
and hope to outrun the end a few times

Why bother building
if it all comes crashing down?
Why bother trying
when you know you'll lose
the final fight?
Some of us just hope
that it's not the end this time.
And some of us realize that
to live is to fight that fight.

So to live or to die
it's your right to decide
how you'll spend your time
and when the end comes
will you fight?

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