The images all bathed in white light heat
White, white, white, slowly changing into blue
The dream cooled and became tangible
Water for miles as far as I could see
And on the bottom I sat
Swallowed and inhaled
‘Dear Lord, I do not ask for forgiveness
Only the knowledge that it all ends here
The fire is too much for any soul to bare
I wish to know that neither the gates of Heaven
Nor the the pits of Hell will accept
My soul and the hidden horrors
That feeds upon it without mercy’
‘I pray that you will grant me this one boon’
‘The pain and nothingness should end here
That my body become a seal as well as a vessel
I pray that the fire not be allowed to spread
Or that life absorb and grow from my corpse’
‘Many things are forgotten
Some things are forever
Life is built upon the things that are forever
And I no longer have the option to start again’
Respiration stops
Overworked machines turned off, asleep
No more tubes and monitor beeps
Sweet silence, the lack of honeybees
The time of death, three thirteen pm