BLEAK AND PERMANENT.

The fall, 

In cold waters.

The oxygen just leaves my body

And freezes into crystals

Crystals that don´t flow through my veins.

 

Frantic breaths,

Deeply in fear.

I may be rushing,

But death comes anyway.

 

Burned desires.

Looped horizons.

Brain structures

That will be removed from life´s equation.

And will be in no one´s perception,

as if it hadn´t existed.

 

I am not permanent, 

Yet, I´m not afraid of dying.

 

I am frightened by time.

Time not being sufficient.

 

Then again,

I ask myself:

When will I cease existing?

 

I am afraid,

that my last breath,

my last lung fill,

will be for nothing.