Some call it death, Maybe it's freedom

I hear my heart beating inside of my chest,

My breathing gets slower as I let out each breath,

I feel my lungs stop, and my heart begin to slow,

I feel the coldness, seeping in from below.

It starts at my toes,

Moves it's way up and throws,

Itself onto my body,

My heart goes numb, 

neck begins to cool,

Then I feel my brain,

Shut down and insue,

A wave of nothing,

To nowhere particularly,

But somehow I feel it wash my conscience clean,

Now I am free.