Hearing through silence, <br />no music is there, <br />maybe I'm sleepwalking, <br />anyway, who cares? <br />My body is turning <br />to stony rock, <br />untouched, unloved, <br />one thousand years old. <br />My breath slows down, <br />closer to stop, <br />still I'm breathing, <br />this is no dream at all. <br />My self is awake, <br />I died, pehaps, <br />still, unaware, <br />I watch life going by. <br />Fog reings all around, <br />neither colours, nor textures, <br />neither ocean, nor sparks. <br />I'm sure I'm not dead, <br />my mind, stubbornly, resists. <br />To know I'm still alive, <br />I'm writting this. <br /> <br />La Finita<br /><br />Laa Finita<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fading-47/
