Living as an average

And dying as a collateral damage.

Drowning on a deathbed

As life seeps out of thyself.

A death so thunderous

But never so quick.

Choking on a life

Which was never meant to be big.

Is there any point anymore?

Is there no more hope?

Less to love,

Much to hate,

But pondering on those,

To choke and suffocate.

As one is drowned to death

As a mere collateral damage.