There is a man who's last breath was exhumed from him,
his eyes are still open like a flickering picture losing focus.
It goes from colour to black and white.

Sound muffled to oblivion and then the picture goes to black
only a pin ***** of light then darkness. He lays there motionless
Yet this voice is his epilogue he last moment voices out.

All that lingered was this voice of what was and now passing.
The warmth now being expelled from his form, like air from a
pieced balloon till there was nothing but numbness and silence.

But then this voice of passing began to fracture, words disconcerted
lingering between moments. Voices of a fleeting moment realizing
it was the voice of he who lay cold and faded into nullity saying

*"Why me "Wh.........,