. . . qUiEtLy. . .

in a place where everything is dark, is where i stand.

i can hear my heart beating through my ears.

i asked myself, 'where am i?'

i must be dead.

i patiently wait for a light to shine,

for someone to tap on my shoulder and say

'everything is alright now.'

as i wait, i heard voices.

it must be my imagination.

i hear voices but i could not see anyone,

i must have turned blind.

at that pooint, i began to think,

if i die today, i must be ready.

everybody will die eventually, after all no one got out alive.

life is full of surprises.

one day you live,

the next day, you'll never know, you'll die.

i won't complain to that, i accept death.

and now, i'm dying slowly to htis emptiness.

these voices i hear, i don't know who is it from.

all i know is, they don't exist and i...

i am alone...