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.
fauxcroft 