Extreme flatline

Driving through the night,street lights,strobe lights
mesmerised.A loud noise "bang" the lights have gone
out,can`t see nothing,can`t feel nothing,engine is still
running but i am not moving.
Voices,i hear voices"OMG has anyone got a phone,call
emergency"
Wah,wah wah wah sirens in the distance getting
closer,and closer.
More voices,a voice of command,
"Move aside please,break out the cutting equipment"
More sirens approach,this is so surreal helicopter rotors
overhead,glass breaking,metal cutting,a voice calls out
"morphine open up the air way"[it`s so far away from me]

Right lift,i get the sensation of being transported,rotors
running.More voices,running feet,no more rotors,moving
fast ,echoes within a corridor.Voice "crash team"
I Am moving in an upward direction,whilst looking down
on myself.People in gowns milling around,intense lights
shining over this theatre of dreams.Another bright light
behind.
A voice call`s out "clear" my body jerks through shock,i
turn to the light behind,images floating towards me
How can this be,i turn back to see a fine golden thread
binding our heads together.
"Clear" my body spasm's once again forming an arch
screens light up,blip blip blip.I am drawn closer,and
closer.I turn to the light behind,images are fading,hands
are beckoning me toward them.It`s so beautiful,i don`t
want to go back.I am getting closer and further away."so
close i just cant see"
Voices "Adrenalin"i see a syringe plunged into my heart,i
am drifting back into the light which is now intense.The
shadowed images of family and friends are coming to
greet me.There`s my mama and papa,arms
outstretched.
I look down,the screens have gone blank,and one
voice."CALL IT 03:27"
The golden thread has been severed.