Arriving

Swirl through the tunnel,
To the pin-bunny of light,
Fly faster towards it,
And soon you see it is two pin-pricks.

You fly faster and closer,
Your body feeling stretched,
The pin-pricks have color,
Blue and Red.

You fly right between them and stop,
A man sitting before one,
And flames flickering out of the other,
You don't move towards either.

You feel as if,
You'll rip in two,
When the man,
Tells you to come forward.

You zoom through the blue whole,
And arrive at a golden gate,
Covered in creamy,
Round pearls.

You almost walk in,
To the soft white fluff of clouds,
But then you zoom back wards,
And fly towards the flames.

You fly intot he red pin-bunny,
And you can feel the flames licking at your sides,
You fall into the blinding flames,
And feel your gentle body nearly explode.

Forever falling,
In the devil's playground,
Until one day,
You hit the black bottom signaling the end.