The thoughts of a girl lost in the word

Death my Friend

I can feel the vibration and I hear the hammer hitting the nail driving it deeper and deeper into my coffin. The last nail is driven in and the I feel it, feeling as though I'm falling... it hits the bottom of the hole I'm in and knocks the wind out of me. I hear the dirt piling on top of me, and I know this is where I will meet my end. I do not scream, kick, punch, I just breathe. I think about how the light is slowly leaving my eyes and it would never been seen again. The last shovel full of dirt gets thrown on top of me, and I can hear the car drive away.  I know if I'm not found in approximately 5 1/2 hours, I will no longer be alive.

5 hours 29 minuets later...
                               As I start to wheeze and struggle to take in the rest of the oxygen left in my final resting place, I fear... nothing. I know that death is coming. He is coming and I can not stop him. So instead of being afraid of what will happen next, I welcome it. With open arms I embrace death as my savor. Death. Thank you.