The Dying Process

As the impact of the harshness of life withers in your heart, time slowly fades away. The breaths taken seem to have no end. A spinning wheel of rambling thoughts, just spins round and round. As you close your eyes the thoughts become clearer, they seem like pictures on a spinning wheel. As soon as they clear up they stike your heart with the evil the held, the evil that wasn't noticed, the evil in which everyone had inside. You watch the scene, the pictures, it all turns into a dagger which stabbed the very inside of the heart. One scene, just the last one strikes you the hardest. Here you see all those people you ever loved, and loved you back. They surround you, in an odd way. They're facing are impossible to see, but still you know who they are. Your body is in pain, and it's imposible to move. Your breath just stops. The loved ones around you from a dark wall that imprisons you. More agonizing pain strains you. Gasping for air you try to scream, but it's useless. Your chest closes in, you wither, you die. But somewhere inside you don't realize it. Then it all turns black, you are lost in time and space, just in an eternal silence and darkness, till that moment finally comes...