The First Time I Died (ii. The Descent)

The first time I died
The guests walking by weren't sure
What they were seeing
A fog left me blind
A rush left me numb; What a way
To ring in the new year

I heard a gentle voice on the way out
Guiding me to my resting place

(O Discordia!)
She said, "Don't be afraid to let go"

The first time you die
The breath of your life drifts away
Leaving you hollow
No tunnels of light
Or flashes of past memories
Just smothering darkness

You might hear a voice on the way out
Difficult not to obey