THIS IS DEATH
My breath is getting shorter
as I run for the light.
Iím running down a long dark hall.
I reach for the light,
it gets brighter as I get nearer.
A mist appears, where did it come from?
Why is it here?
I canít see the light it has disappeared.
I canít see, Iím alone.
I fall to my knees in shock.
My back against the wall
nowhere to turn nobody to call for,
Iím all by myself.
I get up and walk,
I walk towards the light that isnít there.
I keep walking, wondering why Iím here.
Itís a test, a test of courage and strength.
With no courage and no strength
I keep walking to the end there is nothing.
I guess this is death.