Fire rose

Damocles' sword

I am sitting in the dark

Waiting for my judgement

Doing the only thing I know how to do

Surviving

Is it not sarcastic

How I am actually stu-

Dying

All day seated

Writing words on the screen

Full of worries

Faster, again, more

There is no fun anymore

This is not a life I can endure much more

This is not a life anymore

Sacrificing everything

My health both physical and mental

My appetite, my socialisation

My time, my months, my years

Sacrifices

All for the day

The Damocles' sword will fall

Above my head, hanging

I wait it to fall

To finally cut or spare my head

To put an end to my distress

Soon it will fall

I ignore when

But I feel it

The end is close now

What I am certain of is this

When the sword falls

It will condemn me

To either more time of despair

Or my fall 

And I do not know anymore

Which one to wish for

Since when did I begin to live like this

Under this curse

It has been so long now

Somehow I have learnt to survive

Under the blade's imminent danger

In the unknown, the in-between

The dread of tomorrow

The threat of each day

Under the looming menace of 

Damocles' sword

It is too late to pray now

I am already damned

Doomed in both cases

I must continue my task

Writing the words they won't even read

Pleading a case they won't even hear

Even when the sword finally falls

I must carry on

The show must go on

Now the cards are in their hands