Colors Fade to grays.
Sounds are muffled.
Dizzy thoughts.
Muscles weaken.
Screams from the past beckon me.
Pupils dilate.
Life flashes before my eyes.
Nothing ever accomplished.
Lifes meaning explained.
A series of events linked together to form one cohesive thought.
Grays fade to blurs.
Sounds turn to cold silence.
Thoughts become dim.
Screams from the past mock me.
Cannot hold on any longer.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
I have just fallen asleep.
1-24-03
