Maybe my Deathbed

When there's so little time and so much ahead, I believe there's some response forced; your body and your existance making a hard attempt to comprehend what is happening. All the memories, blood, hopes, and fear pushing on the dam walls. You could experience so many emotions in your abivalent state. Crying with laughter and immense feelings leaking out every possible crack, and held back by the drugs to subdue the pain. Like some abhorrent nightmare, you're unable to escape the grip of life pulling you to itself. Just like that water when the dam brakes, your energy and emotions build and release into your end, when your existence desists. I'm sure every breath is felt as a precipice; it, like life itself, as ephemerally lived as that breath just inhaled. A final conclusion to your life with beautiful naunce, when the echoes fade to hum of silence. A routine of existence and it's traces left behind as if it was never really there. It all repeats in that hum, cycling infinitely.