The Moment of Truth

I saw a door towards the end of my suffering crying out , the one you call 'death' I remember I heard a noise, mumuring , chanting , crying then nothing , the weak sun flickered over the dry surface. Calm but Terrible, buried in the dark earth it was over , the stiff earth bending as I drown in the dark. I spoke to you, from the passage of the other world telling you whatever return from the oblivion returns, as the moment of truth came , I rest.