We spend our lives
Held
By Death’s leash
Moving only when our master allows
We spend our lives
Held
By Death’s fence
Leaving only when our master desires
We spend our lives
Held
In Death’s prison
Released only when our warden comes for us
We spend our lives
Held
In Death’s iron grasp
Struggling to escape our master
We spend our lives
Held
In Death’s noose
Hanging at the whim of our master
We spend our lives
Held
Frozen in time
While our master observes our struggle
We spend our lives
Held
By the illusion of life
An illusion that our master creates
We spend our lives
Held
By the belief
That we are our masters
When Death stands
Above us all