I wrote this after Matt's memorial. I still feel kind of depressed.
What will become of me
When I die?
Will my soul return
To the bosom of a diety?
Will I go forth
Into the great darkness
Only to find that eternity
Is not what it's cracked up to be?
Will I find the land of all
The land of death
Where beauty and pain
Are but dust in a storm?
Will I find my friends
Will I be able to see their smiles
Or will I be alone for all-time?
What is Death, truly?
Kicking the bucket
Seeing the elephant
Buying the farm
What metaphors are these?
Will I dance Death's dance
To a tune the living
Cannot hear?
Or will I become nothing
Non-existant
Forgotten by a universe
That never knew I existed?
The Unknown
The Dark
The Neverwas
Do I need to fear it?
Is there anything to fear in Death?
Or should I face Death's cold stare
With a smile on my face?
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