The Day That I Died

I don't remember much the day that I died But the things that I do are still fresh in my mind like venom in my veins First the sting Then the sweet as I took my ride like I always did the spinning,the whirling, the constant Even though it was the same Yet different ever time remembering the first forgetting the last I would hold onto the sounds as I let go of the light My mind so clear yet filled with confusion Why even bother to fear something you cannot change In truth I didn't want it to change My breathing grew shallow My eyes became slated the darkness crept in as it always did on this journey That I took many times This time was different the light did not return no headache to welcome me back to reality, just dark in my eyes. No white light no shiny gates no one alone I had left this world just as I had entered it. the day that I died