It felt like a punch in the chest.
A punch in the chest with a warm creamy centre.
They tell you that when you die your whole life flashes before your eyes.
I'm guessing that bit will come later. Or maybe I'm not really dying.
Or maybe "they" are full of shit.
'Cause right now, all I can think of is the pain in my chest... and the creeping cold.
There's no time for nostalgia right now.