I wonder what it is like to die.
I wonder if your breath slowly comes to a stop. I wonder if you writhe in pain,
I wonder if you twist and turn, contorting your body, resisting the natural flow.
I dream of death, and endless sleep. I dream of surfing that last breath into infinite slumber.
Sometimes I’m frightened of the process, and so I cannot help but wonder
If I die, will I suffer, or will I become enlightened?
Will things move fast or slow? Will I be cockeyed or completely aware?
I wonder if it feels like suffocating or a peaceful sleep.
I just want the pain to end, and unto me have this death creep.