Cruel Embrace of Life and Death

After struggles long, she's caught in life's cruel snare,

Each move she makes, it tightens, a relentless nightmare.

She ponders, was death's grip a softer affair?

She calls to him, but he just stands and stares.

With a grim smile, he briefly clasps her hand,

Then lets her go, as if he'd made a stand.

"Life's chosen you," he says, "to understand,

Its torment's depth, its grip, its harsh demand.

I may be called evil, but I grant peace near,

Life's the one that keeps you, engulfs in fear.

When you're truly ready, I'll take you from here,

Hoping you'll surrender, without a fight, my dear."