In a cell

In a cell that was dark and chilled, small and narrow it had a crude bed and held a morbid feel like death had already crept in. There I was in the crude bed Entering a deep sleep where my nightmares came most vividly most terribly rendering into the shadowed world of my darkest memories As I blew out my last breath the last thing I remembered seeing was a flickering flame dancing on the oil of a small incense burner knowing I was close to my demise