I can see the blood rushing a frenzy through the veins beneath my eyelids,
feel the steady throbbing of my heart as the world around me warps to meet its rhythm.
I open my eyes, squinting like a newborn
- isn't it funny how the last moments of ones life so replicate the first -
and find myself face to face with time.
He speaks in riddles, twisting and turning around himself
until all I hear is a steady pounding beat in time once again with my heart.