I had always been curious to know
What my last thought would be
When it followed the same path
As my heart and my breaths
When they ceased
What was it
That ended up being
The last thing I ever thought about
Before I was never allowed to think again?
I'm about to find the answer
Watching my veins burn black
A bright pale draining my pigment away
The stone evaporating
while I hold its heat in my palms
Sinking into my chest as I press against it
My actions forced in despair and agony
As I scream and shake in terror
My unspoken ideas are stabbing me
My memories are dragging me down
My emotions are fleeing out of my mind
My identity no longer in focus
Yet I feel nothing
As if my pain has numbed already
As if my constant attempts
To find meaning in my afterlife
Has brought me peace
This isn't my last thought
Because I never thought at all
My words aren't mine
They are stolen concepts
From someone else
My reality doesn't exist yet
Because right now
I'm living in another
That was created
By someone else