“I just have to live my life like she’s dead to me,” Melanie said with a shrug. “If she wants to treat me as such, then there is no reason I can’t do the same.”
Her life was more than just a lucid dream
A lost soul, who was lacking direction
Skin crawling with death, she managed a scream
What does death feel like—
Is it peaceful and euphoric?
Is it beautiful and quick?
Does it truly come, like a thief in the night?
Or is it like taking a scenic Sunday drive?
I imagine death to be agonizing and lonely
A raging fire sets your soul ablaze
Flames travel from the chest
To the depths of the mind
Where no one dares to enter
Deep into the depths of despondency
Where no one hears your screams
And no one dares to care
Alone in a new world
So dark and cold
The loneliness begets anguish
The pain is excruciating and never-ending
Like tripping headfirst into a black hole
And falling into forever
An eternity of experiencing your ultimate nightmare
Only to be born again and relive it again
That’s what death feels like.