Some life may I borrow?

A poem describing (hopefully) the futility of Life.

Some life may I borrow?

Narrow minded, hollow heartened,
I have followed you, with sorrow,
O my dear death;
Some life may I borrow?

In the regrets of the past,
In the strains of the present,
I have chased you, in a hope;
For a better tomorrow.
O my dear death;
Some life may I borrow?

To live, in a joyous fiction,
To not suffer, from a dreadful reality,
I have tried, to escape you;
But the countdown has reached zero.
O my dear death;
Some life may I borrow?