fauxcroft

The sound of the rain as it beats on the window

Repeating a rhythm incessantly,

The clock ticks by in repetition

Sterile environment transition,

Mind now still listening to these sounds

Nobody comes close, nobody is around,

I feel my breath do heavy now

Slowly, slowly slowing down,

White sterile life, getting darker

The noise of the rain and clock persist,

I hear faint sounds of people as they whisper

Then darkness, no breathing, I seek to exist,

Yet I still hear the rain and clock as it ticks

Conscious yet bodiless this is it,

Life beyond being going into transition

Awaiting my new life beginning,

Awaiting my rebirth and a new mission

Farewell to all that I’ve known.