The color is fading. <br />The soul is dying. <br />Blood is dripping. <br />Pouring from my veins. <br />It’s like a nightmare. <br />That I can’t escape from. <br />Slowly swallowing me. <br />Consuming me, dragging me. <br />Slowly…slowly… <br />Taking what I hold so dearly. <br />The clock turning, every second is killing, <br />Swallowing, <br />Dragging. <br />Taking me away. <br />Farther, and farther I fall. <br />But I see no end. <br />Silence, so much silence. <br />Nothing to be heard. <br />Nothing to be seen. <br />My mind and body cry out, <br />But there is no response. <br />Have I been forsaken? <br />Have I been forgotten? <br />Lost in the hatred of others. <br />Abandoned to the darkness. <br />There is no hope. <br />There is no chance. <br />There is only death and loneliness. <br />There is only me and I. <br />There is…there is…<br /><br />Troy Clark And Neal Simons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-105/
