Afterlife

The final breath claws at my lungs With the final sight of golden tears All I now see is darkness like none And silence that could deafen a dead man's fears Images of my living hover right by Happiness, gloom, everything I'd gone through They're unlike those that spark reminiscence Rather those to sing a solemn requiem to And soon I forget every inch of myself My name, what I am, everything I hold dear All that remains is my tongue As I linger in an abyss unfamiliar With no warning or a signal A shaft of blinding light impales I hear cheers, I hear an applause Beckoning me into their entrails All that remained was my tongue Until I beheld a scene I'd seen before What more could I do than cry at my loss: "It's a boy!" someone said and I knew nothing more