Poem Comments

dead

I see a swirling blinding darkness
I see a lush vast canvas of grey
I see a wide assortment of hues of white.
I hear the ringing sounds of nothingness
I hear the shrill excitement of silence
I hear the wonderful delectable sound of quiet.
I feel the warm decadent sensation of numbness
I feel the chilling breeze of emptiness
I feel the indescribable pleasure of calm.
I see the blinding lights
I hear the clatter of a knife on the floor
I feel the surge of pain as I take my final breath.