To be awoken from moments displaced,
Finding a voice as I open my mouth.
Introduced to sensations of my dread,
I soon find myself quickly heading south.
Making logic of this eerie feeling,
As soon as I spoke I just emptied out.
I recall moments of my departure,
That green pasture of black birds and roses.
Relief shivered down my cold nervous spine.
"I must have died, that's a relief..." I said,
"My problems are finished, I am released."