Others are frightened by it,
The thought of nonexistence.
You cease to exist
You're done.
That's it  

But it's different for me.
The cease to exist
Isn't what scares me
But the thought of your body laying there
Dead.
Cold.
The idea that family members think they can shake you awake.
The peek a boo moment they long for
That you were just playing.
It was all a joke.

The horrible moment when it's unexpected
You were ok the day before
But now lays your body.
Dead.
Cold.
No one saw it coming.
And you're not the only one who thinks this.
The foretelling moments leading up
That will forever be questioned
With what if scenarios
Why didn't I see this
Or go see you then.
Why did I let you go
Why didn't I come.

The death we get over.
The moments leading up to it
Is
What
Rots
Our
Soul.