You should have killed me when you had the chance.
You should have snuffed out whatever it is that powers this infernal meat suit forward.
You didn’t though.
You balked at the opportunity
Trapped by some borrowed approximation of a conscience.
You didn’t kill me and I didn’t die
This is me not dying, all day every day
One day though my not dying and your probably not dying are bound to overlap
You should have killed me when you had the chance
On the day when my not dying meets your not dying
Yours will not be the second chance
Not killing me, killed yourself