(This is more about the process of death, instead of a moment in life that seems to last forever, why not write about a moment in the process of death that’s seems to last for an eternity(also because I couldn’t think of anything that goes along with the prompt))

Some people,

call the light of death bright.

So, why do I only see

darkness?

The kind of dark that

appears

when you close

your eyes.

The kind of darkness,

that reveals itself

the moment you turn out the lights.

However, I never said

this was bad darkness,

it's my darkness.

After all, if everyone calls

the white light

of immorality

bright.

Then, maybe

in the afterlife

I can proudly be the

goddess

of dark.