No one

The air that assembled on the top floor was thicker,

thicker than the blood that pulsated around the body,

the only body that still held warmth,

You want cold,

head down,

down to the mirror,

look beyond the glass,

It will tell no lies,

A moment in time perfectly doumented,

The crack in the glass mirrored the perfect reminder,

Not everyone fully dies,

But not everyone fully lives.