I Do Not Fear Death!

In a maze of no rephrased I am held here. In the doors of thunder and all my tears. Long winds seem heavy on my thin skin. The sickness eats the insides of me so rapidly it begins. Its not cancer and I do not fear death. Its the moment of knowing that one day I will not have another breath I fear most. The pain is something I cannot feel the doss of my medicine is not a form of pill. I ponder the cemetery on my meaningless time I have picked the slot that will someday be mine. The grave stone is beautiful with carved roses above. It is heavenly pleasant to see, and not made of love. My coffin white, inside silk a heart of glass, and forsaken moment of guilt. The perfect coffin with a slight bit of glass to see the beauty of my face. My hands will be crossed on my chest in a forever rest of peacefulness. This is something most fear worst or the pain or the scares my only question is how long must I wait? I've been looking forward to this day and wondered what would be in stake How many days to live? till this body of mine can't take?. In my mind is an empty thought, a empty plot on something I do not see. I refuse to hear the pain, or feel the misery. I will not scream even when the sickness decides to eat me, my mind will go black, and my body will slowly rot. I have not feared death for the years I've been alive I do not fear death and I will never hide. Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 03:03 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 13