I hear a flick, a light prevails.
I get quite sick from this smell.
Clouds lie within this rose, I hear a whisper "Just let go".
I lie the rose upon my chest, my fear of death is laid to rest.
For I won't die but I shall see, that when you die, you'll be set free.
I've seen these beings within these dreams with all the knowledge in which we seek.

Listen dear, I'll make it clear.
All that once was, still is.
It isn't until after death that we will truely live.