Feeling my life ebbing away
like a vampire sucking the life from it's victim
I am that victim
feeling the lifeblood leaving my body
How curious it makes me feel
Curious, as to what will be
what is to come?
the end seems so final
a good movie may have a happy ending
but it is never really the end
there always seems to come, another
another ending, an alternative to the end that has already been viewed
created through the eyes of the cinematograpther,
another sequel, much like the first, only slightly, just a little different.
maybe adding a new character, or disposing of an old one.
but will my life parallel this, not unlike a movie on the screen
with a beginning and an end, and then what?
maybe I will go on to be in a better place
remaining the same me, while residing in a different place
an eternal dwelling
without this dreaded shell to hold me back
a place without pain and suffering,
a place free from sickness,
free from feeling the disappointment
of one you have betrayed,
or from the betrayer
I will just be
nothing more, nothing less