Sweet whispers beckon me,
To come closer to the darkness.
It's strange because they want me.
But I am brave enough,
To follow there voices,
To come closer to the bleak blackness.
My breaths are getting shorter now,
Quick and raspy.
But what difference does it make,
If I can't breathe properly?
My blood starts to slow,
to wither to freeze.
But it's okay,
Cause I've nearly made it.
Now everything starts to fade,
The sun, the sky, the soft fresh grass.
All tremble and melt away,
As I drift nearer to that sweet voice.
Velvet and smooth, like honey on ice.
And even the sound seems to brake,
The light seems weak as that too quakes.
And the colors I've known,
Become unnamed and don't show.
As a void consumes my being,
Swallowing it whole.
As I feel my heartbeat rest at last.
Dead to the world, I'm just part of the past.
