As we start
to begin, to fade.
As the pain
feels more,
inside and out.

The world
is already.
So full,
as it is.
As we,
begin to fade.
All life,
feels spent.

When the
support
seems lost.
When you
need it so.

From a
sudden sleep.
You can feel,
so dozed.

A change in air,
begins to form.
With no
goodbyes.
We are, no more.

Soon silence
becomes,
the heavy
cloud.
As all thoughts
and care,
have faded now.

As the
loneliness,
then...