“The empty white light weighed heavy on his face.
His heart was as warm as winters night.
He longed to leave this place.
Why was his world tormented by this plight?
Fragmented images flash fried through his mind.
Dry sweat dripped rapidly from his bones.
His flesh is all knotted up unwilling to unwind.
Deep within the shallows of his soul he hears the bellows and groans.
Just set me free, set me free from my mind and it’s tortourous captive death.
Free to think my own thoughts, to taste every breath.”
by Ryan L. Rinehart