I think we all wonder what death feels like.
Is it a black, empty space? Or is it anything at all? Do we just cease to exist?
Yet I feel like I know what death feels like.
Death feels like emptiness. Darkness. Cold.
My heart is dead. No longer beating in the fashion that it once did. Skipping beats or not beating at all. Feeling has fled the scene of the crime, leaving me with a cold, hollow body.
Death is not beautiful, or peaceful.
Death is cold, lonely, painful.
Death is feeling yourself slowly dying inside knowing there’s nothing you can do to stop the decay.
So you wither away into something that you can’t even recognize. Someone you never thought you would be.
After death there is nothing. It seems too difficult to resuscitate, so you let your heart slow, and eventually stop. You fade away into a dark nothingness, never able to return to the light, because it’s nowhere to be found.