you used to tell me that death was nothing to fear
but that's not true
and it's not actual death that I'm afraid of though
it's what happens afterwards
where will I go?
what will happen to my spirit?
will there be a heaven waiting for me?
or am I destine to sit in eternal darkness?
I like to imagine that we all become stars
shining down on the earth
and guiding our loved ones through the forest
looking down on everyone and smiling because you know they admire you
I also think a lot about what will happen to me physically
I mean, I know that I will decompose
but what will happen after that?
I like to believe that flowers will sprout from my remains
covering the ground in beauty and joy
people will look at my garden and know I was loved
some might not be as lucky though
weeds might grow from them
they're poison will cover the ground and create landfills
they're toxins will spread into the hearts of everyone that sees their grave
it doesn't matter what happens once your dead though
what matters is what happens when your alive
and maybe that's what I'm most terrified of
that what I do while I'm living won't get me stars or flowers
maybe I'll leave scars and be destine to have a poisoned grave
the few who come to my funeral will spit to the ground
hoping that my soul will still be there to feel it
hoping that I live in eternal darkness
so the next time you tell me that death in nothing to fear
I will simply laugh
and reply with 4 words
"you're right, life is"
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
you used to tell me that death was nothing to fear
but that's not true
and it's not actual death that I'm afraid of though
it's what happens afterwards
where will I go?
what will happen to my spirit?
will there be a heaven waiting for me?
or am I destine to sit in eternal darkness?
I like to imagine that we all become stars
shining down on the earth
and guiding our loved ones through the forest
looking down on everyone and smiling because you know they admire you
I also think a lot about what will happen to me physically
I mean, I know that I will decompose
but what will happen after that?
I like to believe that flowers will sprout from my remains
covering the ground in beauty and joy
people will look at my garden and know I was loved
some might not be as lucky though
weeds might grow from them
they're poison will cover the ground and create landfills
they're toxins will spread into the hearts of everyone that sees their grave
it doesn't matter what happens once your dead though
what matters is what happens when your alive
and maybe that's what I'm most terrified of
that what I do while I'm living won't get me stars or flowers
maybe I'll leave scars and be destine to have a poisoned grave
the few who come to my funeral will spit to the ground
hoping that my soul will still be there to feel it
hoping that I live in eternal darkness
so the next time you tell me that death in nothing to fear
I will simply laugh
and reply with 4 words
"you're right, life is"
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