Why is it that i am afraid of death
Is it the fear of punishment from some unknown god
Is it the fear of non existence
Or is it my ignorance so complete
it may be the fear of the moments before expiration.
In that finite space between life and death
there, lies absolute uncertainty.
As the darkness draws upon you.
And the world falls silent.
Your breath comes no more.
The rush of blood so essential to life
stops and does not return
Between this and the moment all brain function stops
is what haunts my midnight hours
I lay paralyzed with dread
Knowing i will expire in roughly this position.
If i’m lucky i will be old,
and surrounded by family.
If I’m not so lucky,
i may die young, alone,
and in unimaginable pain.
Lack of Understanding
This world so indifferent to the plights of man.
I do not fear the moments after death
they come at the price of Truth.
If i am condemned to oblivion.
So be it.
I do not fear that which i cannot perceive.
I welcome the respite.
This moment so brief in its execution.
So violent in its delivery of the truth.
This Is the moment I fear most.
This isn’t just a bad trip,
this moment could last a few seconds or for an eternity.
This troubles me deeply