Beautiful Contradiction

These thorny pillows

dig into my depleted form.

Why am I here?

Stuck in this room,

Blocked from the world

In my beautiful tomb.

Hectic silence,

taunting my ears.

Why am I here,

in this exciting death.

Everything is so quiet

take your last breath.

With agonizing slowness

Everything soon goes dark

Like a fading sunset,

Purple and orange

Light up the room,

Strange how these colours

Seem to signal your doom.

Save the oxygen

While your chest gets heavy

What now?

Seems the question,

But oddly

You're not thinking it


When will it end?