I once had a small house
That had a brown mouse
Where I was happy as can be
For I had no new enemy
But now I am lost in this world
Searching for things that I can’t find
That would remind me of my past
That was taken away so fast
But all that is gone
And so am I
Like a faint glimmer in the sky
Always to be forgotten
But never to be remembered
So this is how death feels
It feels dark
It feels cold
I can’t see anything
So all I do is wander aimlessly
With no purpose
Nor any sense of direction
If this is death
Where are the angels?
Where are the demons?
Is all that I have been told a lie?
Am I really dead?
Maybe I’m merely unconscious
No, I’m dead
Dead to the world
Dead to myself
Just like I have always been
