zero heartbeats
In the wake
of death,
I find peace.
My eyes are
shut; my body
is dead but
my world
still remains
untouched.
The
eyes of
my soul
still
see the
world, but my
eyes have
lost their
sense to
see.
I lay there,
on the
ground.
Waiting for
something.
In just a
moment,
bodies
start
to
surround me.
Tears drops,
falling
on me.
And
me?
I can't do
absolutely
nothing about
it.
To me,
the world
as I know it,
is dead.
I am
dead.
And honestly,
I don't want
to leave.
I know I will
miss everything
of life.
I will miss the
feeling of
waking
up every morning,
seeing the sunrise,
the sunsets, the
moon shine
the nights.
I will miss the flaws
of life.
I will miss
the feeling
of being happy,
sad, jealous.
Because once
I'm dead,
I will feeling
nothing.
All will be
completely
neutral.
I wouldn't
even feel
dead.
Or death.
However, for
something
the view
of seeing
so many
eyes cry makes
my soul to
break into
tears.
If I could
come back
to life, it would
be only to say
how much I
love my family.
Unfortunately,
I can't.
Slowly, but surely,
my soul exits
my body and
watches my
unmoving body from
the skies.
Slowly,
but surely,
I
am
gone.
