As I Lay Dying

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