Death, My Dream.

Death...it is my calling, My dream, that I am falling. In the cold of the night, Lying on the ground...hell in my sight. wondering what may be waiting for me, Waiting for me to see. Could it be pain? Will I ever know? Or will it drive me insane..? Who knows what is really out there? It could be full of surprises...or it could be bare. Oh, the agony of it all... It's breaking down my wall. All I want to know is what this world has in store for me, Who am I supposed to be? I see nothing in this life, Nothing, but a struggle and a strife. What is the point of being here? There is none...is what I fear. Death is inevitable So why even try to overcome it? Why not just give in, and accept it? My calling...my dream "Death," I scream.