Footsteps.
Perilous, ominous footsteps.
Every floor board is creaking,
and you're hiding,
as pale as a statue that had once seen its glory days
but now is crumbling to pieces.
The door swings open.
You hit the pause button,
everything seems frozen,
and you hit rewind.
You press stop,
at the first memory you have.
Then you hit fast forward.
Moments are flashing
right before your eyes,
you relive your life.
The good and the bad,
and the in-between,
the day where you learned
nothing was ever black and white,
the first time you lost someone
you truly loved,
your first steps,
your first kiss.
Your first dance,
your first graduation,
your first day you felt truly on top of the world.
Your first fear,
your first broken heart,
your first crisis of who you were.
Your first everything,
and your last.
The moment you realize,
that not everything goes according to plan.
Everything goes by in a matter of seconds,
and then you hit play,
and you take your last breath.
A solitary shot rang out,
and your mind fizzed to nothingness,
gone just like your memories,
gone like the ominous footsteps,
gone with the feeling of life,
gone just like everything else
that had left before.
Then it ends,
and another power hits eject,
and your part is extracted
from the movie
called life.