Friend or Foe?

I suffer the fear of my final breath and understand the only cure will be my actual death. A decade away no more than two, that's for sure a meagre existence yet still I endure. Why wait for finality am I that masochistic? every moment, every day each thought apocolyptic. Should do myself a favour and skip the coming years tranquilise my knowledge allieviate the fears. But still I find it tough to kiss the end of time and escape this jagged mountain to the summit I must climb. Now I've reached the pinnacle I caress the warming end and with Lullaby's and Starlit Dreams I embrace my new found friend. 16.01.2012