How I Die

I breath but then I stop.

The air was hallow,

It's scents no longer there.

My lungs then plee for air.

They are denied.

I hear an anonymous crack.

My head turns but is quickly stoped,

Because my surondings has gone black.

My eyes seek light and order my head to turn more.

But my head is to busy falling.

My legs aren't there they have left some time ago,

Probably embaresed by my lungs which have also given up.

My head crashes against the floor.

Yet I feel none of this, because my soul has already departed.

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. wow, that's quite a detailed description ... i always wish that i die in my sleep ... just zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz and gone ... but i guess that's boring ...