It comes for us all. Dark and cold. Does it bring more? I do not know.
It comes for us all. Young and old. Does it know more? It will not show.
What lies in that abyss, of oblivion? Is there life? Is that the end?
Will we be led, to heaven? To torment? Or nothingness?
It comes for us all. We don’t know when. Leaving questions, without answers.
It comes for us all. So many ways. Violence. Accident’s. Cancer’s.
More ways, than I can count. This life is full, of uncertainty.
But how will it, come for me? The answer, I am scared to see.