You're drawn into the abyssal blankness <br />Wondering if that's afterlife or the irrevocable end <br />A new immaterial existence bordering on madness <br />Is virulent, and you're going slowly around a bend <br />Like a wingless bird, you make a frantic effort to float up <br />Mortal fear has aroused dormant predatory instincts <br />Your unfortunate flight is coming to an abrupt stop <br />And you hear the deafening noise of the boom sticks <br />You see a mournful being with a halo around the head <br />Mistaking him for a guardian angel, you give him five <br />The stranger gets hold of you, saying, ''You made your bed <br />Into the underworld we're gonna make a dive.''<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stranger-22/
