Ending

why can't i see what is in front of me?

Have my eyes closed for good, never to see light again?

The blue skies have greyed.

The warmth has chilled.

The touch has gone hollow.

Why can't i hear what is said?

Have my ears been plugged, never to hear a song again?

The birds chirp no more.

The fire no longer sparks.

The love has seist to exsist.

Why can't i feel the fire?

Have I been turned to stone, never to feel the breathe of life again?

The sun burns not.

The ice has replaced fire.

My heart beats slow.