Things are coming to an end
leaving me breathless, and gasping for air.
I try to hold on, and not lose what I have gained.
But my mind and soul tell me I need to move on, and my body tells me no.
I work it to the bone and to the road of no returning
but I know this, things are coming to an end.
I know in my gut and my senses tell me everyday the end is getting near.
I can hear it breathing on my neck and whispering in my ear.
And it says: "keep your peace and know no pain for here I am, I am the end to all who are old and aging. I can smell it in the air"
Death came to take my soul. He seemed nice enough so I took his handTHE END