words

Ending.

Its strange,

When you hang in that moment,

Staring at the end.

Mesmerised by the knowledge of what ensues.

Everthing stills,

Quiet settles over all the noise.

You don’t shake,

Heartbeat slows,

Its the end,

So horrible,

Yet beautiful.

A brief moment of perfect mayhem.

An end wrapped in beauty so rare only seen by the one dying.

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