im-motive

It descends slowly,
inching into the flesh-shorn cavity.
First came the sting,
then a tingling of pain,
intermingled with a slight snigger
as life ebbed into the abyss.

No more a man
than a corpse should be,
time comes to a standstill
as reality collapses into
nothing-ness.

To ride the giant waves of death
is exhilarating, and all at once
life plummets into the depths
and we all find ourselves
washed up
on the shores of hell.