Pulled,
Into and from death
You have never experienced pain
And nothingness
The way I did

The terror of ceasing to exist
A soothing familiarity
A peek at another dying me
Here, is what’s not real

Hold me, father
I cannot feel a thing
Hold me, friend
I thought you as someone else

I can still see
The fisheye closing in
And I can still feel
The nothing left of me

I cry, I try
I scream to no avail
I can feel I’m not real
How can this torment me

Hold me, my dear
My memory shut you out
Hold me warming presence
As I fall into abyss

Where am I?
This is what’s not real.