As death surrounds me i notice a sweet sense of change.
maybe I'm being reborn
or maybe my death is so overwhelming that for a split second i feel, free, calm, alive...
somehow life is lost to me
all the laughter, joy, solitude-
it's disappeared-
like me; invisible to all the world.
i feel empty.
is it even possible to feel this alone?
to feel this different?
to feel this separated?
if i feel these things then it must be so.
death doesn't seem so bad; it seems simple, but known to me somehow.
invisibility is my charm.
death is my purpose.
