Laying down, I open my eyes,
Looking up to clear black skies,
Something is wrong, I'm short of breath,
Is this what it's like to experience death?
I try to move, but I'm stuck,
I scream for help, but have no luck,
Away my flesh begins to rot,
And those who cared have since forgot,
It seems that now I am truly gone,
But truth is, I've been here all along.