The head felt dizzy
It had read the entire life
It was to die
And it seemed very very active
Hanging on to disappearing body parts
The morning looked clear and the
coffee lied there cold
not a drop sipped

Years passed by though
the watch on wrists clicked just
a second
No hope now
and nothing to lean on
I had wondered it would always be the night
but it was a morning
and I asked why

A mortal being shinning
still intact
and yes I felt my neck warm
would all this be my work
I asked, only if I survived
But I am wondering
although never did the sun and moon
disappear, but something in this whole story
seems like there was a point that seems missing to me now,
next time
yes, next time I would pay more attention and guard
my work