Outlining Death In My Head

Awaken in the morning, Outlining death in my head. Making me feel dread. I must move forward, While thinking of the dead. As my life continues onward, I can't help but think of the end. I Stop and close my eyes, Look deep into my soul Think about my own death What will come, When I die. I am going insane. I step outside myself, I let my thoughts drain. The anticipation, To this exhilaration. Now I stare death, In the face. As my heart begins to race, Taking me here for, What could be my last breath.