What is Death?

What is it that stops me from dying,
What drives me to exhale,
What stops me from holding it in,
When it is so easy..
I don’t need to breath,
Yet it calls me back,
Stops me from facing a fear.
So I take in the big breath,
The breath I don’t  need,
And yet I take it in, to survive..

Night, full moon, rooftop. Cold & cozy