Falling into a tunnel, the Reaper is at the door.
Breathing is steady as confusion trumps panic.
Clammy skin profusely beads with sweat.
Should I surrender, or do I fight for life?
The Ego fills my mind with restless chatter.
Who will clean the mess I leave behind?
Images of paramedics loading me in a bag.
Should I surrender, or do I fight for life?
Mother, Hermann, Valerie, I am sorry to go.
Mister Spot, who will care for my little man?
How suddenly this moment has arrived.
Should I surrender, or do I fight for life?
My heart is not pounding. There is no fear.
With loving ease, the event is embraced.
Why am I not resisting? Can I rise from my bed?
Should I surrender, or do I fight for life?
Hot flashes are contrasted by hopeful reprieves.
If I fall asleep, maybe a tomorrow will come.
Is sleeping giving up? Must I remain wakeful?
Should I surrender, or do I fight for life?
Concerned, she lays by my side. Are you all right?
Again I spare her with a lie. I'm okay, don't worry.
Her soft breathing is an anchor keeping me alive.
Death is inevitable. I am sorry to be your corpse.
There is no way back. I am too far down the tunnel.
Relax, let go. Surrender with dignified gratitude.
Nothing is left behind. I am the eternal moment.
Cuddle the dying process. The ultimate self beckons.
Freedom awaits my presence. My death is beautiful.
Her touch is like a mother guiding her child to safety.
Death releases his steely grip. The desire for life lingers.
Tears of joy warm my cheek. Not this night, Grim.
