I'm gonna die
                                                   As are you
As every single person who has ever lived has said goodbye

Violently
or
In our sleep
or
As a happy child
or
As a miserable old man,
with a shotgun barrel in our mouth
                        A bullet through the head

I think that probably,
afterwards,
there won't be anything,
just black
and non-existence
No use for economy

I don't believe in heaven
or hell
But purgatory,
that's something I can get my head around
a fog covered city seen as a ghost
No emotions, as we lost our brain,
no adrenaline or hunger or lust
Just a slight existence as an empty husk

I don't know which would be worse:
Non-existence,
to be a husk

I hope it'll be easy to let go