What Death May Seem Like

I imagined death as something like being engulfed in total blackness
Like falling into a never-ending pit of darkness

I open my eyes for the first time
And see nothing but emptiness
I cannot even see my own hands
Nor make out any shape in the distance

My pupils could not adjust to this gloomy place
It's making me sweat, almost panting
I couldn't make a move, no
Why when I don't even know where I am

Then there, I see the first blink of light
Not so far from where I'm standing
When I came close, I realized
That the source came from a fire

The fire was not like any fire that I've seen back on earth
It was redder, and hotter
And not to mention, frightening
Yet, I bathed in its wicked light

I watched it as it cackled and burn
But I hope that you won't have to see it
The fire is not just burning
It's like watching your own life leaving your body

The fire slowly dies down
And I begin to turn cold
Flicker, flicker, the fire grows smaller
The darkness growing bigger

I feel hopeless in the dark
As the blackness start to swallow me whole
Regrets came flowing in
And I became unafraid

There is no comfort I tell you
The quietness so eerie
Only one thing will make you sane
The eternal rest you finally grasp

And the flame dies . . .