A cupboard of poems

A poem about death

And so death brings me a final kiss of life,
my eyes and everything does a deep dive, where am I?
I can't see or can I see?
The times arrive and my heart begs to breathe,
one last time but the cages of my ribs
shorten the rest and soon pain does arise, the kiss of life,
the kiss of death.
And now all I smell is the soil's ugly breath.
What do I do now?
Do I make up a smile? 
But my human self gone away from me, another dimension as my soul and self beg each other to stick together like glue. The kiss of life has gone,
and now the kiss of death has won,
First medal and I've died first and what do I do?
Smile and wait for you?
The grave tightens as you all look at me, Hey look!
I'm the star of this show or movie,
but dressed in all white with no props around me,
the only prop would be my grave,
the coffin as my breath tries to helplessly escape and saves.