death

Restless night iI  can't sleep  toos turn seems cold her, you can feel the moisture in the air. tatse  stale . not musty but  stale . quietlyI dose off to sleep only to be  woken but the  strong sense of  an armomia that  tickles my nose hair , I have smeeled it before  , but not is  sometyme  my mind races to  find the smell.Again  i drift to  sleep , feltlie a short nap to me but when I had awaoken , I had sen I had sleep  two  days  one night ,as i get to my  feet  I  saunter around in a daze stumble  falling to the floor  there you were  once a guide in my life  , now a lifeless fomr  your body cold and stiff  ,I nudge you and nudge you ,tears form in my eyes  but  there is nothing not a  beath  not a  twich,  you had met the one that needs you more then me  seems that you have  found your fist  * Death :J Dawner