Lost In The Desert Unfinished(Just Started) . Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Crawling through the desert you come upon an old man with a cane that allows him to move such swiftness.
And you don't understand how but you beg him for a glass of water.
He speaks calmly a man foolish enough to crawl through this place with an unquenchable thirst deserves no water.
A the wind pickups and the next you vision is clear he's gone with no footsteps follow.
Then you pass out, as you expected would happen.
But death isn't scary as you thought it would be.
You see all these familiar people from past life.
But everyone of there voices is exactly the same.