A luminous light called death

Could you see that light? The one when you die?
I’ve seen it six times and believe it or not I’m still alive.
Maybe like a cat and I have nine lives to waste away.
Perhaps I’m stuck in a limbo and never get past today.
The light is a color beyond comprehension and thought.
Much deeper than a man made explanation you were taught.
It feels so good here like being back in the womb and aware.
Without notice then back to life just like that, it’s hardly any fair.
Can you see that light? Because I just killed you.
After this suicide it will be my seventh time through.
Maybe like a cat I will still survive, but maybe I won't.
You’ll have to figure out the puzzle in the poems I wrote.
One thing is for sure aside from any kind of fantasy.
We all see and feel that light, pure living poetry.
No need to be scared now, you have known all along.
In this reality of yours we never really belonged.