I have reached a permanent catatonic bliss.
As flesh peels away.
The mind isolates.
Visions of an overcast in fields of green.
The trumpets sound as I close my eyes.
Guide me to my resting..
No life.
No eulogy.
This abyss...
... is my hell.
Mounted souls ride into eternal space.
Breathing dust.
Choking upon blood.
Deafened silence fills the void.
Cosmic winds end the pain.
All light ceases to exist.
I have crossed over.