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.