The Taker Of Life

The bottom is a dark place, another place
Insanity is serene, almost native
The hell of life is passing me by, leading me into the white, enticing light of death
I will die soon, I said, soon
Drugs will help me reach the light, violently pulling me out of this place
Only the moon will witness my demise, so simple yet so lonely
The instinct to live has reached for me but didn't quite reach far enough
All is left to do is lay down and let the cold float me away into whatever awaits for me in that white light
A certain end to a short and painful life
Love is too strong, my loved ones are in this other place with me
They pulled me close in their grip so that the instinct to live could reach me
The white light didn't seem so enticing anymore, it just seemed like certain nothingness
I didn't want to die, the will to live was too strong
The will to be there for my loved ones
The will to not die alone on the train tracks, in the cold darkness
With only the moon to mourn and shed my family's tears yet to come
Reality was injected into the other place, diffusing, becoming more prevalent
I found my way, into the enticing light of life
Warmth engulfed me in its comfort, as if cradling a newborn
I will be home soon, I say, soon.