Everybody dies alone
It's a fact of living
Dying
Just another intrinsic truth
That life bestows
Upon it's (mostly) reluctant
Livers

And for that reason
I believe everyone
Should spend as much time
As humanly possible
With themselves
By themselves
With no other souls
To lean on

You have to become
Comfortable
And if not truly so
Then comfortably
Numb
Should probably be settled for
Because
In the end
Though void
Though empty
It's still you
Evolving
Changing
Content
With this withering
Ever-transforming
Always living
Soon dying
Soon becoming
Almost grounded
And more knowledgable
And practical
Logical
And
Clear thinking
Than most
Of the souls
Who walk this planet
Unknowing
Or perhaps
Denying
Increasingly ill-prepared
For their own
Meeting
With their own
Cold, dead
Face