Tombstone

I simply scooted on outta life. Just slipped right out the back door before anyone noticed. The angel of death had already pulled up in a black car upon my exit. I asked for a moment to leave my note and upon that note I'll scribed: "I've lived, I've learned, I've seen, I've heard, but the time has come for me to leave, away away to the longest reprieve," and I left it with no signature. Then the angel of death tapped his watch while looking at me from under his dark hood; I noticed no light in his eyes. I slowly trudged towards the car, opened the passenger door, and slid myself in. We drove for hours and the whole while I looked out the window even though it was tinted and difficult to see. I put my own images on that blank screen. I wondered about my years knowing i lived them the only way i could: alive. And I closed my eyes for a moment listening to a few memories, seeing others. The car stopped abruptly during one of my memories and I saw the angel opening my door for me. He motioned for me to exit and I followed, trailing edge of his tall dark robe. We walked a little while and I noticed how blank and gray the landscape had become. We arrived at a tall gate with no barricades along its sides, and I saw a man seated at a desk in front of the door with small reading glasses. As he glances over papers he raised his head up and muttered something I wasn't able to hear, and the gates opened. The angel stepped to the side and motioned me to walk ahead of him. Through the breach of the gates shone an incredulous light, and as I strolled across its threshold I noticed that the edges of my vision started to fade until finally the light at the end drowned me and all I could "see" was black. I continued to walk until my feet no longer touched the floor; until the silence around me drowned out my own heartbeat; until my mouth dissolved away and I lost the ability to breath; until the silence of the world around me became annoying and my ears simply left my body as well; that was the end of my existence. People will read my note and wonder who left and how and why but I wont be watching or hearing any of that. I simply disappeared.