Darkness, Silence, loss of breath,
Is this is it like, moments before death?
No movement, no feeling, nor taste nor sound,
What is it like, going 6 feet down?
A scrapped knee, or an arm with a sprain,
is death really something without any pain?
Thoughts rampant like bullets, going through the head,
Trying to get you out and away from the death bed.
Light is fading, and darkness consumes,
nearing closer to an inevitable doom.
They are clinging to life, for it is a precious thing,
But this life is no more, just listen to the bells ring.
Is this is it like, moments before death?
No movement, no feeling, nor taste nor sound,
What is it like, going 6 feet down?
A scrapped knee, or an arm with a sprain,
is death really something without any pain?
Thoughts rampant like bullets, going through the head,
Trying to get you out and away from the death bed.
Light is fading, and darkness consumes,
nearing closer to an inevitable doom.
They are clinging to life, for it is a precious thing,
But this life is no more, just listen to the bells ring.