The heart has stopped beating
They have shown me

It is a silent black
Sticky degenerate mass

I have carried this
Now I must wait
Till what was my life looses hold
and tissue and blood bleeds out

Then again there will be
nothing

In the next room
Another's is being born
They are smiling
There is shouting
Grief is too small a word
for this

I am mourning my own life
This is the end of time