fading world

i stand up high upon this hill,
staring down at the dying world,
my home i once held dear,
the screams of old friends i hear,
my life and dreams are being erased,
 and slowly fading away,
i look up at the open sky,
as black and foul as it dies,
and all my memories are erasing,
and my soul is fading,
my spirit is leaving, 
and my heart has stopped beating.