The gentle summer breeze
Taking you back to the days
The days of ignorance
When nothing mattered
But everything was thrilling


Breathing Slower. . .


But zooming by
Ignorance fading
The pain of repetition setting in
When excitement fades into antiquity
And you know your days are numbered


Breathing Faster. . .


As terror sets in
The demons clawing at your mentality
Epiphany after epiphany
Trailing into darkness
Caring ceases


Breathing. . .


The cold hospital air
Yet your deathbed has never been warmer
Eyesight has left
But what's ahead is still clear
Nothing.


Breathing Stops.