Mar 2018
Unwavering in front of a sliver pistol,
I challenged the bullet
To fire between empty eyes.
Lucid, in limbo, falling with neither time nor space,
My head expanded
Filled with nitrogen oxide.
Blinded black velvet, floating away from expansion,
I strained my eyes open,
To see the other side.
Blanketed black silk covering every corner,
But a pinprick hole torn,
A lazily winding light.
I challenged the bullet
To fire between empty eyes.
Lucid, in limbo, falling with neither time nor space,
My head expanded
Filled with nitrogen oxide.
Blinded black velvet, floating away from expansion,
I strained my eyes open,
To see the other side.
Blanketed black silk covering every corner,
But a pinprick hole torn,
A lazily winding light.
I have incredibly vivid dreams. A while ago in one of them a man broke into the house and pointed a silver pistol towards me. I began to lucid dream and decided I would stare him or Death in the eyes as he shot me. The dream was so vivid that when i was shot I thought I was dead. I tried to open my eyes to look him in the eyes and make him feel guilt so he would spare the other in the room with me but, when I opened them, all I saw was blackness and a pinprick of light winding around my room. I was awake but, I still thought I was dead. That went on for ages and it was so peaceful that I was incredibly happy to be dead. If that is what death feels like then there is nothing to fear.
