Almost dying yet knowing you're still surviving, it's beyond terrifying, but your body's reviving. The first few are practice but the second time it's real. Then afterwards you'll know exactly how to feel. Your surrounding's surreal, these illusions, they're real. Roses shred to stone your own existence will repeal. Bones will fracture and Organs will dissolve, while mentally present, you're physically enthralled. Any sense of direction, up, left, or right. Down is the only inclination in sight. With no other route, I send you my love, But I'm sorry to hear that your soul's gone above.
