Death...
We fear it,
We give a faulse image of it
We don't talk about it
We can't stand the thought of it;
Yet....
We somehow find peace in that fear.
We imagen..
Everything we love, hope and wish for
And put it in an imaginary world..
A world we go to when we draw our last breath.

We have many questions
So many unanswered questions
About the one thing we are to scared to talk about.
But with all questions that hold meaning,
We will find the answer one day..
The answer to something we humans fear so much.
But by the time we find the answer...
it will be to late..
The answer will be gone...
Slipping threw our lifeless hands.

So... Is there peace in death?
No...
You need to make that peace.