I feel the intensity of heat from my footsteps as I head to-wards the coldest part of my body, my soul
No movement is felt, no sound can be heard, and nothing can be seen.
All that is there is the darkness of tragedy slowly taking over my body
No one will be silent after the death comes to take away my soul and releases it to the living of the dead.
I'm lying on my death bed as the cold air filters through to my room and I drift off to sleep for eternity.
