Time stops and emptiness begins. All your troubles drain from your mind as your body shuts down;tears form, bonds break. Your day is coming to an end, but while this plays the love will never fade as people mourn over the vessel that still holds your name. It looks like you but it's not quite there. It owns no personality, unlike you, but you're gone; out in the depths of somewhere unknown to the living, untouched by the unpure. The people don't realize that you can't hear them and cry unto you unexpecting or even knowning if you are listening when the reality is you can't. Even though you wish you could.