The thing is,
When you have a death dream,
You wake up,
You are yanked from the exact moment when
The car hits the water,
The split second before
Metal arms wrap themselves neatly
In a tight cocoon
Where you are grasping for air
Then you are yanked before the jaws swallow you up whole,
You are always brought back to where you started,
The thing is,
That moment when
You wake up and your heart is pounding through your chest
And every breath you are exhaling is struggling to find release,
Your chest feels like an anvil is crushing down on you
And the world is spinning deliciously around you,
Death is just around the corner
Waiting and the real Death,
Keeps on a tight schedule,
Well there is no do overs
Where you wake up and start over again,
Sleep is forever.
