I feel lazy and weak
Words, I can no longer speak
Body so worthless, fully limp
All my pride faded, officially a wimp
Brain barely carrying out its function
Breaking apart like a loose junction
My vision is blurry
Fading from this world in a hurry
Is this truly the end?
Or is there another place, in it, ill blend
Is there truly a heaven
That has eight doors not seven?
What about hell?
About it, is it true what they tell?
They say there's an afterlife
But what about my children and my wife?
Who'll take care of them when I'm gone?
In denial, the one who's going to be alone
Is no one else but me
This is how it’s supposed to be
The time has come for me to die
And for me, many people will cry
But why am I leaving?
Their sorrow I am weaving
Why am I such at ease about dying?
Worrying about the people who are going to be crying?
Why do I feel so light?
Like a feather flying out of sight
Why is my mind so clear?
No negative thoughts coming near
I'm finally free without even trying
Sadly, it came as I lay dying