Hannabal

Welcoming Death

The light fades from her eyes.

The last spark of life, gone.

Witnessing a death is truly magical;

wonderful,

inspiring.

Once a soul experiencing this world:

laughing,

crying,

screaming,

silence.

We are all the present her, you understand.

A bag of bones and blood.

Only some worth more.

Each breath goes unnoticed,

until their last ones.

Observing her force leaving this world brings a smile;

a tear.

What are we really?

Walking, talking puppets?

For a superior being\'s amusement?

Or are we alone?

Death is but a slipping into nothingness;

A sweet bliss,

or an endless void.

Either way,

I cannot wait to die.