My First Death

A drumming resonates with persistence. A low and pleasant voice manifests in the distance- As if in a dream, if it's real I can't be sure, But bounds between awake and sleep are but a blur. Only now am I aware of warmth and comfort once possessed, Once my atmosphere evaporated, Once the walls closed in all at once. The more I struggle, the harder the walls push back, With great force, they press down on my head, now sore and dizzy. I hear the voice, once soothing now is screaming. A panic ensues, unrestricted by time... With one last shriek of pain and terror to extend, I break head first into a new dimension Far beyond my comprehension Is this my beginning or my end?