Reaching Paroxysm

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For a life entrapped in life,
Suffocated by the chains
Of the liveliness of the days,
Surrounded by the blazes
Of the rays and shines,
My life is entrapped
And entangled
In life itself.
For I’m about to die
Only and solely
Because of
The life enmeshed
Around my head.

In the ironic realization
Of reaching a paroxysm,
The ultimate cause of death,
Is, perhaps, life itself.
And death is the virtue
We endowed our life overdue
To really live, after all.