Chapter 1 - Death

Feathers float around me
A blinding white surrounding
Blood rushing like the sea
Pretending the silvery light does not exist
The past pretenses are nothing
This is not celeste
Tears are flooding like a coven
Death, I fear it not
I feel like I’m in the womb of a wall
Too still and calm for its own good.
I see not the angels
I see not the inflicting torture
I’ve see that in purgatory
I feel not the steely blade
I feel not the world
I am dead
This is all you get
There is not a purpose
There is not a god
There is not a second chance
I cannot go back
I cannot go forward
I cannot stand still
This is death
There are no pretenses of the past
I have no warmth
I bare no cold
This is the end
A neutral world that is reverse
It stands still among time
It does not exist
I have not a purpose
I have but a soul
I have no face
I am dead
This is death
So forth be it
This is goodbye.

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