Really scared of knowing
Wether there is a second life
Where do I go?
Will my conscience wander or
be imprisoned in my rotting and lifeless body
Will the pain fade like dust blowed in the table?
Or will be chained in my soul

In my slumber, will there be guest?
If they visit, what are their purpose?
Are they here to criticize my clothes?
or here to **** the design of my coffin?
Are they here to taste coffee at bread while playing cards?
Or just visit to celebrate with joy for I am gone
I'm afraid to know

In reality
Im not just afraid of this inevitable day.
But also on the regret on my left loveones
the regret that I will carry on failed expression
of how they are precious to me and I'll be going
For the most painful farewell are those leaving that are unsaid and unexplained