With each beat of my heart I hear the sound of the train.
It shouts at me, so do the voices.
My head can't choose, which to listen to,
The train wants me to move,
My heart wants me to stay.
Each beat draws the train closer,
leading me to the end,
the end of the line, the tracks only lead one way,
the last beat, the last breath I will breathe.
My heart beats no more, my lungs expand and contract for the last time.
Dying is so simple for a person so small.