Pain strikes through my body
Like lighting strikes a tree
Breathe in, breathe out
The world fading fast
A picture is painted, the colours are bold
One for each season of life I suppose
Staggering breathe, then cough
Like when I fall asleep
Last breath
Heart slows to a stop
Nothing is smell
Nothing is sight
No more pain
Everything is so cold
Gone...
*Poem inspired by a quote from Stratovarius (We Are Magic)
