the field.

this is it. this is what it feels like to die I cannot see my life flash before my eyes I can only fathom the blanketed sky of stars and galaxy dust, up above out here in this field one cannot feel love only the bright beam from the car lights as thy killer hovers over me and above my sight his arms above his head, wielding his weapon getting ready to strike

I cannot move where I feel myself fall down and deep to the shadowy hall Where judgement and sentence are passed where saints would be freight and aghast The whistle blows at the final boarding call As I retreat to my eternal cell From miserable, bloody murder To damnation of hell