It was a sleepy day to die.
Nothing really happened, nothing
At all, a monotonous square;
just another brisk passing of time
chilled and windy, howling forth,
hour by hour, like a dream dreamt
suspended in air and time
Abruptly startled as the dreams
Ended. As her silent scythe kissed
My throat, and tossed my soul on the
ground beside my cold body
with a thump of nothingness.
However, other than those 10 seconds
of slow excitement-- there was nothing.
And so be it; I am nothing.
