Living is having to remember to breathe

To witness the blood that drips from your heart

To forget pain and forgive the broken

Beneath the numb flesh there is white, brisk bone

Valves that open and close and muscles expanding

Cells working and dying away until you are never the same

Mind hallucinations while everything shuts down

Pupils dilate as they turn light into something mortal

Miracles never last for long

Dying is the quiet

A sharp line of nothing

Painless and yet empty of what

Was once a working machine

Ripped away and to never

Feel something again

Are you scared of the unknown?