Have you always been scared to die?
I tremble at the question
As I mentally flash back to panic attacks
And night terrors from just the thought.
I was only 10 years olds
And I could feel death breathing down my neck.
I knew he was coming
I knew and came to grasp the fact our bodies will soon turn to dust and then dust to dirt.
To dirt.
Our souls will float and the atmosphere
And we will be no more.
So no. I do not fear death.
I fear what happens next.
What comes after to that?
And the fact we'll never know
Until the rope of our souls runs out
And withers to a mere thread.
So no. I do no fear death.
I fear being forgotten.
One my body has withered to nothing
What could I possibly leave behind that doesn't soon follow my footsteps and ends up nothing but ashes.
What will be my legacy, anything to leave behind
So I won't get left behind.
Because no one... Should get left behind.
Have you always been scared to die?
I tremble at the question
As I mentally flash back to panic attacks
And night terrors from just the thought.
I was only 10 years olds
