One day, I'm going to die.

It hits me as if I was just crushed by a succession of cars. My heart beats impulsively and my body goes into a state of shock.

I then throw myself into a fit of panic.

I scream and holler helplessly hoping my cries will **** the thought of death. That it will destroy it's reality.

I can't bear the thought of no longer existing
but death will come and I cannot stop it.

I'm a believer in God and I should believe in heaven,
but even that terrifies me.

Eternal happiness could be a myth for the foolish, a cure for the weak.
Eternal damnation may be what we all endure.

Or worse

We may have nothing at all but darkness.

And that terrifies me the most.