My demons

The ocean

They showed me how the world works, how insignificant I was, how the world was treating me as a person. So now, I lay here, on my bedroom floor. We have a bottle of pils, we have a blade, we have a note. My demons and I have made our decision, we take out our spare rope for just in case...
After a long time staring at the waves I feel my soul being lifted as if it were being pulled toward something, away from me. I stand up, almost as if the pull made me. I look across the dull sand and I see a man dressed in a suit and tie with a red handkerchief hanging out of his suit. He said nothing but the pull was leading me to him. I'm pretty sure I was meant to follow him, so I did. At first he just walks across the bank but suddenly he changes direction. The water parts so he can easily walk through. Not a single drop touched him. We are now at the deepest part of the ocean, it is just him and I. The water was separated and you can see where we came from but it is closing. The man walked into the wall of the ocean, but seamed unharmed by doing so. Just before the walls touch me I take my final breath, then it goes dark and then I see a light, it could merely be described as pure energy.