• Its ending.
    My life.
    The Breath in my lungs.
    All of it Ending.

    No one is here.
    No one can see the sadness in my eyes.
    Its there.
    Can you see it?

    Its soild.
    Smells like oil.
    Heavy,
    And loaded.
    In my hands.

    This is it.
    The beating is slowing.
    The breath deep.

    The taste is horrible.
    I taste it in my throat.
    I feel liquid escape my eyes as I take my last breath.

    The sound,
    It echos.

    The thick liquid,
    Its warm.

    The sound leaves,
    The warmth is gone.
    Everything has ended.