Wait...
Hesitate.
Breath
The flow entering that chest, and slowing leaving the residue of life.
Exhale... suck in the time
the hangs expectantly
The meaning however cryptic hiding within
Lining the silver with a sliver of hope
when all's left is broke
and the entrance is dim

Take,
life pulling the concept within
the strain the internal memory
the physical aspect, detrimental to the thought process rotten within
death in reach the grasp of sin
the damned, returning the the grave within
the grave thought of the end
with no ending, teeming with anxiety
filling the gaps of the mind, with dreams of listless hope
when all must find that untimely friend
Pausing; never to understand
Underestimating the sin

Hope:
outrunning the passion that life must end
the god, we have... the concept within
the faith that showed the weak, and strong
alike together again
In armies follow the leader; that leads no one
the path that was never won

So breathe, and linger
the life we must savor
the taste of air, going in
and releasing....
Filling the lungs and pulling the chest
So to one, the test of life... has never really won.