It's coming...it's hot breath against my skin making the hairs on the back of my neck cower in fear instead of standing up.
It's soft touch caresses my cheek yet leaves a bruise.
I look anywhere but its eyes, I have become a master at avoiding its stare
Right now i really wanted to look it in the face.
I'm ready to face it.
My body trembled and urges me against the idea. It does everything it can to persevere my soul.
Oh but my mind...
My mind had a different idea.
You know the saying: mind over matter
one by one the voices start coming in. they should be my voice of reasoning
They're not.
i give myself up with the help of my mind.
it lets out a smirk pleased with how everything turned out.
I let death take me away.
