We the dammed

As every day goes on
He is always around
Watching our every step,
Ready for us
To make a mistake,
For every action
Has a reaction
He travels with the wind,
Carrying out Lucifer’s bidding,
With a soft breeze
He kills in the viscous
Of ways,
He is the grim reaper
Always eager,
Looking for the next soul
To drug into his dark hole
Everywhere you look,
There are signs of death,
There are routes
To final destinations
and sadly so, we often choose them,
Most of us
Have only survived
By sheer luck,
We are already soul mates in hell
©Mwangi Njoroge