Death

What is death?

This question often bothered me since I was 9, when I saw my grandpa's death ceremony, but now...I understand it. However, it's late now. But sometimes, you can't understand or learn something until you will experience it.

And here I am. Waiting for my death, when I will run out of blood and finally die. It's true that I wanted to live. It's true that I still do want to live.

There's so many things that I haven't done yet but I do want to do. One of the thing is simple-REVENGE.

I can't see clearly anymore, I can feel how the strength is getting stolen from me. So tiring. I can't move a muscle. Everything hurts. I slowly close my eyes, my heartbeat slowing down to the death's level.

So that's how my life ends. Pathetically but at least it ends here, right now.