Cunfused Upon Death

Stagnant in the darkness of a slumbering rest called death. 
Awaiting a new awakening trying to gather what is left.
I am dead so how is it i think and if i think how is it i am dead?
Or am i only awake in the part of the brain that still has function?
Or is it i am not dead but in a hole in which i cannot escape? losing breath by the second.

  Then i'm awaken by a light in which only a god can endure, numb from head to toe.
I notice only white walls around me as people in masks look down and mutter we have lot him.

then darkness once more surrounds my body as silence fills my ears.
now i am certain death has cum for me and there is no turning back from the path i have taken.
suicide to death only myself i have forsaken.