Living Death

Oblivion hits me. I am still craving for the mellifluous, sweet music that I already miss hearing; I still keep on humming the tune to avoid the sin of being forgetful. My body became feeble. Slowly, I can feel the narrowness that’s blocking my soul. The touch of grief filled the air around me. I found myself covered in dark rose-colored velvet. I should’ve guess that today’s funeral was going to be my own.