You say goodbye, I say hello.

The edge was so close
and was drawing nearer.
Sense of smell flew away,
sight became clearer.

It was slight the opposite
of what one would think.
Death makes you closer
to life than we dream.

Colors don't exist nor
words or emotions.
Life never taught me
of these different notions.

Up wasn't down and
left wasn't right.
Little things meant more
like never by flight.

Lost became found
and far became near.
Angels and demons
did nothing but cheer.

Hatred was gone and
love was stronger.
And time ceased to exist,
everything was longer.

Sleep is forever, an
everlasting slumber.
Death is nothing more
than a tiny little number.