When you feel this pressure, this loss of all control,
You cannot do anything, you can't grab a hold,
Onto the essence of life, or anything at all,
Your life comes to a complete hault, and then you fall,
Down into darkness and the unknown,
It is cold and lonely, the opposite of home,
It is a place where torture and actions are merciless,
This is what is described to as, perfect death.