Death Persists

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I can see Death a little more as I get older
His edges clearly showing through a mind’s thick mist
A once exciting youth’s temperature growing colder
I hope this life will fight him off, warring to persist

We all grow old, golden girl disorder
All our breaths’ sold, filling life’s expensive order
Marching towards decline, U.S. two thousand nine
Soon, I’ll be crossing death’s border.

I can see Death now that I’m older
His silhouette showing through a mind’s thick mist
A once warm body’s temperature growing colder
Perception overtaken by dark, I beg for light to persist

Written for, and won third place in "Invalid Item"   by A Guest Visitor