Lost Life
When closing our eyes we see nothing just the dark black color that cover our sight
Opening slowly we gain colors and the uniqueness that the world in front of us have
but that beautiful artwork might disolve in a slit of a second,
Sleeping, fainting, coma, or death are some of the situation that can create our life to become full of darkness
making the world to seem as that it has fallen
but is still the same to the others that are watching it with their gifted eyes that are still open
Why must some be blessed while others suffer from a disease that is uncurable and unwanted
Sounds are still heard but is fading slowly such as the echos in a cave lowering the volume to mute
Losing our strength we lose the touch sense and we won't be able to feel the hand of our love ones
and our voice became muted with no words to say to them for the last second
Lost life we will become but we will leave behind the moments that I have made happiness and sadness
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