And it creeps upon me
so quietly,
swiftly.

It pierces my lungs
and for a moment
I am dead.
but we all know it is forever.

So dead
that the feathers
and  fur
decompose,
and I don't mind.

It's the swiftness
and
unsureness
that carries me to a place.

A place where my silent cries
are  never heard
nor never mind,
thus never noticed.

In a land
not ridden with my kind.

I feel the world is not mine anymore.
Now,
I am a graphite dot
that seems to be lightened.
And slowly I fade,
as each day swipes at me
like the eraser in God's hands.

I have been patient.
However, it seems that
these hazel eyes
are unable to be much more patient.

I fear death
by loneliness.

I am too young to pass
And too young to not love all this life.