Gone

A faint buzzing in my ears,
Time sinks into the mist.
I wonder briefly if I'll be found
Blood drips slowly from my wrist.

The briefest of thoughts come to mind
As I drift toward the end.
Will anyone truly notice I'm gone?
Will my family tell my friends?

It's not true, you know, that when you die
A light shines to show the way.
It's just pure darkness at the close
To mark the end of your stay.