• death poem

    i hear my heart beating waiting for it to stop,

    the time when all the temperature in my body is going to drop

    when all the blood stops rushing through my veins

    so that only the shell of myself remains

    when my eyes will look but can not see

    the corpse remains but is not me

    when my breathing finally dies away

    the time when no one can make me stay

    the time when i take my final breath

    then i will lie peacefully in death.