Last Night

It is not what is happening that scares me,
It is that it already once drove me mad.
 
It was one thing to feel her cold talons
Death’s grip wrapped tightly round my throat.
The darkness that choked me
That night I died,
I keep visiting it,
In my head
Again,
And again.
It has no end.
 
To have fought that battle,
Escaping with nothing but a scar.
To survive through it all
Only to see the clouds
The sky blacking out.
 
It is not the madness that fears me
It is the thought of what may come last.
 
                    - Andy McRae

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I wish I could remember when I wrote this. Or what event of my life it is about.