I felt death, again

but this time there was no doubt

no confusion.

Only last breath knowledge, fleeting

and consuming, vast

when the body rebels

after the air has stopped

and you finally understand the finity of your mind

you get it, that your thoughts will end

your program will crash

and everything you know will go black

and the way you know will cease.

There is a purity of fear

a strength of terror

that could only be of the ego

Such soul crushing fear as to be unreal

but until you are seasoned…it is not unreal

it is the stuff, the source of the nightmare

The Nightmare

The un-neccessary Nightmare