To Live, To Die

Pounding, stomping steadily the din grew louder. Reaching in closer- tormenting this soul. The fingers of that doubt creep slowly in and wrap around my heart. And like a vise it squeezes- forcing out the life- the light. Until the fear fills up my eyes; until the darkness folds me in. Like a flower crushed underfoot I fall prey to this crushing weight. Until I lie there bleeding, my life-blood slowly pulsing away. Then faintly in this tender tune my eyes will shut, these moments fade. This darkness clinging to my arms becomes a comfort. Now no one knows. I’ve died.