I left this world last night,
as I lay asleep in bed.
I drifted out of consciousness,
and sad thoughts filled my head.

I awoke with a shudder,
at just over a quarter past five.
My heart beat was erratic,
and my temperature was quite high.

My mouth was parched and sore,
my eyes were a shade of red.
I was numb from head to toe,
and to this world, undead.

I stepped out of bed,
my legs trembled under weight.
I took a nervous step,
by then it was too late.

My world caved in around me,
buzzing filled the air.
I writhed and turned in confusion,
I thrashed out in despair.

The colors, they grayed out.
I was blind to all you see.
I was deaf unto this world,
save the buzzing surrounding me.

I felt as if I was falling.
My world was spinning fast.
I pushed on in tenaciousness,
as I have done in the past.

A black envelope surrounded me.
My heart rate increased tenfold.
Then the sun lit up,
I saw a figure made of gold.

Something happened that night,
as I lied awake in bed.
I took hold of my life,
and found I was not dead.

The black envelope,
merely my thin bed sheet.
The sharp buzzing noise,
nothing more than the alarm at my feet.

The lack of color,
my eyes, they were closed.
But of that golden figure,
my friend, I do not know.