what is this feeling
I can't seem to move
my body's asleep
my minds awake
I lay there still as a sculpture
I'm waiting for this to end
something comes out my closet
I can only describe it as a white figure
with long hair but has the eyes of an angel
it slowly approaches me as I start to yell
this is it my time has come
the white figure reaches its destination
it rises upfront of me
its nails dig deep to my soul
until I have no soul left
is my death finally over
can I finally live life in hell or heaven
the gods will chose that
am I even fully dead yet or is this a dream
I wish for the gods to take my soul to hell
my wish is granted
death has finally taken my soul
I feel warmth and coziness
hell has come upon my soul
©blackraven
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