The blade came down upon my neck and I should have died but I didn't. A toothless fool pulled my head out of the basket and showed me to the mob of cruel people laughing at my death.
I tried to scream my hate at them but I had no body and knew death in that moment.
No eternal light beckoned me or mean embrace of hell to claim me. I was but a whiff of nothing full of rage.
Years pasted and I tired of cruel jokes only a ghost could do. The hate left me and I found the light.