Death.

I.
I am suffocating—forgetting to breathe.
The silence is deafening—pounding in my ears.
The colors are fading—fading to darkness.
There is no life—because I am dead inside.

You.
You breathe—I gasp.
You speak—I cannot hear.
Your eyes sparkle—I see black.
Life—is such a precious thing, life.
You are full of it and I am empty.

Now.
I fall—I am floating.
There is no breath—I breathe.
There is darkness—the lights are spectacular.
Life—what is this thing you call “life”?
It was but something I knew—something I can never feel, now.

Death.
The sun is shining—I cannot see it.
There is warmth—I cannot feel it.
And there is you—I cannot speak.
I open my mouth—no words.
Silence—I am dead.