I open my eyes, I can't see, Im locked, I can't move,
My arms are locked from their sides, the very faint texture of wood,
Grazing my arms and I...
I suddenly realise to a horror, Awake, being dead,
And yet alive, in panic, I begin clawing, my lungs burning,
For any little ounce of air, I'm desperate now to get out,
Its numbing me now, the pain engulfing me, I can't see,
Can't breathe, Can't feel, But consummate pain;
I stop struggling, lay silent, unmoving and now, its suddenly peaceful;
I dont want to breathe anymore, more content not feeling,
The world around me, the planet feeling surreal, different,
Abstract, I feel detached from myself, Still,
Unable to feel, not wanting to;
Im floating in this void, coming down to a place,
Like where, when I was alive,
In the distance, I walk down main street, I see,
My home accross the street, everything the same, No!, not quite...
Is it me, I can hear voices in the distance,
See no one, I'm confused, walking along main street...
By the bend I see him, no mistaking the presence, the face of death,
To whom I walk now, with a question escaping me, "Where? Where am I?",
"You're living hell, as you have created for yourself...",
Images of my life flashed before me-,
Times I lied, hated, stole, killed, walked away, indifferent...
Innocent? Unscathed? not quite....
It felt unfair, but then again, with a promise of death,
We shall all "live" one day;
I wearily tread main street, now back to my place,
Across the street - hearing those voices again,
A smirk.... "Welcome home..."
Aj
