Pronouncing the Dead

How can you look someone in the eyes and tell them it's the end? How can you possibly do that without shedding tears? Or even blinking? Do you not feel it? That pain, that pain that's taking over Their soul, as you tell them their life is ending? Or maybe it's just that you have lost your own soul? In that instant when you found out that the greatest part of yourself Is about to disappear, That its light was about to be permanently extinguished. Can't you feel it? That sorrow that slowly shutters their hearts? Or the fear that's taking over their minds? it's a furious fire, Cutting off any glimpse of hope with its smog, That fear, its suffocating their soul into its last gasp. Can't you see it? How that laughter ends sharply, in pain? How it breaks in half every time, never to relapse into its fullness? How the darkness stealthily takes over those, once life-filled, eyes? That following calm, It's the call of darkness, Smoothly enchanting their soul into submissiveness. Until all is in deadly silence, Their bodies still, their souls forever gone into unknown. Do your tears come then? Do you feel their pain then? Do you see it? Or do you stay the same? Unchanged, unemotional, shell shocked, And forever unbelieving still?