Darkness fills my last sight
Silence utters its deafening words
The senses abandon its owner
Cold blood puddles in the cold winter night
Dead Silence fills the air
Warmth could not be found
Bodies ache no more
Final breath drew its last sword

After an everlasting darkness
I see a tunnel of light
Shining so brightly in its white glory
Bringing with it a warm breeze
Silence was no more to be found
A blend of heavenly noise comes forth
An infant’s cry, foolishly, my voice
And I breathe in this world anew

– Ralph dela Cerna