I often think about death.
How would it feel like?
How would I feel after I die?
Would it be like those moments,
You know you are awake,
But you are just lying in your bed,
With your eyes closed?

I dreamt about a 'cleansing ritual',
Where by a group of us,
Jump off buildings and die,
By a variety of methods,
And then resurrect.

I jumped off the 3rd floor,
And was killed by rotating blades.
Though I could feel the blood shooting out,
There was no pain.

Then I woke up before I could resurrect.