Last Thoughts

Every breath I take could be my last.

My heart is going to stop beating.

My eyes will go blank,

And they will never comprehend images again.

My skin will grow cold,

And my once youthful completion will fade into paleness.

All the hours I spent working out,

Or all the calories I spent counting,

Won't matter.

We all just turn out the same way in the end.

Melted away into nothing,

But a hollow shell of what we used to be.

A lonely corpse.

Death is an unavoidable ending of life.  It shouldn't be feared, nor embraced.  Death is just something that is going to happen.