To Death

To death whom I fear
give me razor nor spear
for it's easy to give in
and for death to strike a win
I don't want to lose
I want to breathe
but now my mind
is never at ease
so as I write this
I pray for myself
that I awake to tomorrow
and not condemed to hell
you stalk my words
pray on my thought
you won't leave me alone
I feel so lost
I can't say I'm ok
For I feel I will never be
I could never begin
to see you let me be