When I exit this existence
There will be no mournful songs.
The cosmos will not cry for me.
Sirens will not sing my sad melody.
Angels will not weep passionately.
Gods will not even notice me.
When I pass through that parted veil
I will not see heaven or hell.
I was never good enough for one,
Or bad enough for the other.
I do not foresee any sort of forever.
When I die I will just be dead.