Always Dying

There was once a time

There was once a time,

 I thought I knew for certain

The signs of living

Etched in a chest beating

Carved in lungs breathing

Pain, feeling

It was the feeling I thought

I knew

The key to unlock the door

Of one room containing

The notion that this feeling

Of death remaining

May itself transcend feeling

That is to say I’m dead

Is feeling what keeps us alive?

Is to grow numb to die?

Life walks before the weary eye

If I feel dead, but am still alive

What is death but another chance

To perceive what lies nigh?

Surely there was a time

There must have been a time

When every moment I had

I knew I was living

Everything was worth giving

My time

But this feeling I have

This feeling whose truth

May transcend feeling

Tells me I am dying

Death lingers on each breath

Perceptiveness evades with death

And every single moment

Is just another way to die.