An image laid before

Created by the light

Void of substance; hollow

Dark as ebon; night

The shadow of my being

A silhouette; my form

Body and its tracings

Absent; spirit, soul

The all within my vessel;

Ephemeral, my frame

Perished, poured, immortal

Eternal, burns love’s flame

Credit:

ESO/J. Emerson/VISTA. Acknowledgment: Cambridge Astronomical Survey Unit

A soft dim light

Of a starlit table lamp

Bathes me in warmth

The gentle embrace

Of someone so pure

To hold me close

Wipe away the tears

To love me unconditionally

And read the story of my life

Out loud to my ringing ears

As we lay molded by a feathered bed

The bedtime story holds my secrets

All the glorious moments

Where I laughed and smiled

Where my soul felt like it was flying

On ivory clouds and golden rays

A moment no one else could see

All the lonely nights

Where painful tears stung my cheeks

Where my heart shattered into pieces

And attempted to reassemble itself imperfectly

A moment no one else could see

To reveal the truth behind all the facades

To remind me of my humanity

Especially in the moments

I had felt like a monstrosity

Ending with the epilogue

The moment of my death

The elegant words etched into parchment

...And she lived happily ever after

The End.

After flipping the final page

The divine entity, my creator

Sitting right next to me

In our dimly lit home

Would wrap me in heavenly blankets

And whisper in my ear

With a voice as gentle and sweet

As rich flowing honey

"It's okay, all those things you've done

All the pain your soul endured

All the guilt burdening your heart

Had a purpose and a meaning

You meant something down there

You completed the mission I built you for

Now rest in peace and dream sweet dreams

My dear beloved child"

Death…

It rolls off my tongue

I dont fear it

I long for it

Hell would be my heaven

I welcome the darkness

I pray for the silence

The sweet reprieve of nothingness

Living is my Hell

My own personal Hell

Created by my past

Consuming me with loathing and disdain

For myself

For my life

My last breath

It will be a sigh of relief

Death will end my suffering

It’s the only way to survive my life

After life? After death?

What will happen when I rest?

Will I fly, as if a bird?

Will I just die?

It seems absurd...

To think that all I have achieved,

Is forgotten, wasted, drowned in grief

I'll never know, nor will you,

What happens when our time in through

Until we get there,

We cannot see

The beautiful place the world could be.

I'll fly around,

Just like a bird

Not making a sound

Or so I've heard.

The afterlife,

Come what may,

I'll be with you always,

Day by day

There is not much I would want in the afterlife.

Everything that I have now would be great.

Well, I guess there's just one thing I can think of at the moment,

A walk down the street without seeing grocery bags blowing all around, fast food wrappers not left in the parking lot along with emptied ashtrays, not having to play Hopscotch around all of the dog shit on the sidewalk, and those stupid fucking disposable plastic dental floss toothpicks, if having to be invented, be placed in a God dam garbage can.

Personally, I like the thought of personalized heavens. Everyone gets their own personal paradise that changes on the Person’s whim. Penthouse over looking a city at night, a nice cozy spot near a window with rain on it, walking or sitting in the middle of a calm ocean or lake, a forest adventure or even just reimaging places where we felt most at peace like sitting in a cafe or being at an amusement park. Personally, I would like for mine to have a cyberpunk utopian city look with rain falling against my apartment window with all the junk food I could eat without any health drawbacks.