Death

A pistol
my blurry eyes’ essence emanate terror
I feel like I’m falling deep
into an abyss
as dark as a black hole
into surroundings that tell terror to my soul
where am I?
who am I?
what am I?
are questions I’ll have to answer myself
Because the only thing around me is my life
all my moments
all my emotions
sadness
jealousy
happiness
anger
and more
gathered in one place
just waiting
for the next person to use them