Afterlife

I wonder what we think before we die

Death is merely a dream.

Blood gurgled from my mouth while my hands wrapped itself around my body from the pain. The raindrops felt like acid falling from those grim skies. I struggled to breathe while I heard people from the distance yelling as their footsteps disappeared.

 I was alone in a place I'm
not familiar with.

 

The pain will
soon go away.
The pain is
washing your sins away.

 

The voices I heard were familiar to
my mother's and the many whom I lost to death. The pain was burning me alive. But,
I believed those voices. The burning sensation was washing the sins away. Something
came out of my throat that sounded like a whimper. I could feel the tears
dripping down my cheeks, having itself mix with the blood that was oozing out
my skin. I didn't fear death. I feared what came after death. People say when you are dying, your life flashes in a several moments.

But my death was something like a lullaby. I could hear all those voices that were hushing and humming. The sky suddenly turned into grey walls that slowly closed in. My body was numb, the burning sensation was gone.

No Angel, No Grim Reaper.
Just nothingness...