A short life

I owe the reaper
And he owes me nothing
And strangely
He knows 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