The Islande of Last Heartbeats
You wake up on an island,
An island amongst islands,
Floating around you,
And with you, in the sky.
Islands made of stone,
A very old stone,
Covered by old trees,
Covered by old moss and grass.
Something's a bit off,
For when you look down,
You cannot see the bottom,
Just endless white fog bellow.
And you hear it, the heartbeat,
The slow heartbeat far away,
But feels like the heart beats around you,
Loudly, but far, it cracks the islands around you.
The islands start falling,
Slowly, one by one, into the fog bellow,
And you see a face familiar,
That you don't know.
He speaks a tongue you don't know,
You speak in your own,
Both understanding another,
A strange feeling overcomes your soul.
"You hear that?" he says,
"That's your life beating the last seconds."
Now you remember you died... how sad.
How happy are you now, oh joy, right?
Questions and answers,
One after another,
You are going where you always wanted,
And the heart beats its last.
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