The death of me

When I can no longer feel myself,

I worry I have lost my place.

As I look in the mirror and store this image on a shelf,

I wonder silently to myself is this my face?

When everything turns to black,

and everything is as silent as night.

I know I can never go back.

I will never see the light.

When everything is wrong,

and nothing is right.

I hear the deathcaller's song,

as I go silently into the night.