I can feel its embrace holding me tight.
It's a feeling of life, but also of death;
It's a gust of wind stealing my breath.
It's hot and cold, I can't discern the sort.
Whilst feelings of guilt and remorse retort.
The light rushes in and my mind rushes out
As I sit and watch the gnats fly about.
Though, after I leave this wonderful place,
To my body I must return, post haste.
And as I reminisce the times I've had,
The images form a scene of plaid
Dancing on screens inside my head;
Attempting to keep my hunger fed.
So now I'm floating gently away
To a place I can always come and stay.
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