So This is Death

So this is death, it's not at all like how it's described on TV. There is no tunnel or some bright light filled with joy. Nor, is it like the descent into hell, full of fear and dread. All that I'm doing is… floating, through never ending darkness and sorrow. It is silent, yet deafening like a loud roar. There is no scent anywhere. I see only the shadow; there is no light from the flames of hell or from the love of heaven. I wish for feeling either from eternal punishment or God's mercy. I will do anything to escape the unbearable feeling of nothingness. "Anything at all" I heard a voice whisper. I replied, "Yes anything at all!" Then I heard the voice chuckle then nothing at all.