Today is the last day of my life

Today is the last day of my life. It sounds poetic, if it wasn't so tragic. We never know when it's over until it is. And that's it, over.

Realize that all those feelings weren't real, that it was all a learning process of how things work, or better saying, how they should work. Finding that out is empty. At first I thought that this sensation I had on my skin was pain, but than I saw that it was an itch. An itch that I couldn't scratch even if I wanted to. Why, why that was happening?

Is this the feeling of eminent death? So that's how the end tastes like? Bullshit!! No taste, no feeling, just fear spreading out of the nothingness that it is.