Lying and Silently Dying

Grasping for eternity, my fingers begin to slip. Consumed completely by the gravity, my consciousness has slipped.
My vision, nothing stays still.
Colors, pulsing, ethereal.
Slowly I die, made a part of everything.
Do I realize where I am or am I in the void of nothing? I stand at the precipice of reality.
Witnessing the appearance of decrepit structures right in front of me.
I’m dead and in hell.
I have awoken and I can’t tell if I really know I’m here or if I’m constantly being reborn; experiencing each moment individually.
My sight is covered by an array, nay, a net a geometrical patterns.
I’m absorbed into the earth and I welcome absolution.
No more self.
I’m merely a part of existence.
I’m dead and in hell.
I’ve awoken and I can’t tell if I really know I’m here or if I’m constantly being reborn.
Everything is a part of everything, just as much as it is of nothing.
I’m God. I can use my vision to create.
However, as much I form, I destroy in this cyclical action.
I begin to return, my eyes are now closing.
Return to normality.
The belt grips my throat.
I long to be free.
May my death come swiftly.
Bring me back to the sepulcher.