I
Was
Asleep
When
The
World
Started
To
End.

I have always told myself, if by chance one day I decided to say "**** it" and speed up up the slow process of death, the last sound I would long to hear would be the breathtaking notes of beethovens moonlight sonata.

In all my years of open ears, I still have never found so beautiful a mixture of musical notes.
The sad piano keys have always tore at my heart in ways I can never fully understand, but it never made me sad. In fact, it did the opposite. It made me feel so... alive.
I could feel my heart beating and my mind swirling at the emotion flowing from centuries ago. What beauty it had brought...
If i were to choose my own method of demise, then would it not make sense to choose the one piece of music that made me feel alive one last time.

Observe and absorb
             that which
         forges strength of heart.
                 Acknowledge and relinquish
                       toxic shackles
               of your soul.

                          Be aware
                  of what you bear;
              and immerse yourself
                        in honesty.

                                               Gaze into
                                        the parts of you
                                 where fearless men
                       still quake with dread.

Determine
      what will nourish
          tales and pathways
    yet to tread,
                and cast aside
        the demons
              planting venom
                        in your head.

I wake up and you are not there.
Hopefully I am still asleep.
But then I realize you left me
And I don't blame you in the slightest.