Today I am on the edge of a cliff,
Awaiting the touch of death my spoon.
Down, look and see only
The eternal darkness of a bottomless pit
Cry for “Fear”, no longer the only voice I hear,
It’s just the echo of my voice haunted
The rocky walls of hell!
In an instant, I start to feel chills,
The temperature drops in a little scary.
And my breath, get out smoke
Low temperature.
Everything starts to get cold as
A cold winter night.
Eye, wrapped and shadows of the trees that once,
It haunted me, no longer exists
So, as everything seems to be much more quiet,
And dying in a way, rushing fast and inexplicable.
What then appears that a major!
I’m in a state of intermittent shock
Frightened by what my eyes,
They could not believe it.
Thoughts constants emerge: run, run …
But where is in front of the figure, mysterious and dark.
Behind the deep, dark and endless …
That moment seems to last an eternity.
I, pro paralyzed fear, fall on you.
I realize then that what I feared,
Ended with a simple thought …
That life had come to an end.
There’s nothing more I can do
To avoid this!
Death is only the inevitable eternal sleep …
The figure is approaching.
Now is my time to go!
In my bed, vague memories of my life,
Pass before my eyes.
What you see now fallen,
The only living thing that does not die.
The face of death!