The thought of my inevitable nonexistence
Strikes a dagger of fear through my heart
And my life�s blood let to spill down my ribs
To the floor
Down the drain
And into the gutter.
Didn�t matter in the days
Before my existence
Because I was still yet
To come.
Now that I am in being
Someday I know that
If not by sudden tragedy
I will waste away
To my basic elements
To simplify and return to the
Earth
From the day of our birth
We weren�t meant to stay.
My basic elements
has and will always be.
Though the day I am
Forgotten is the day I die.
And it curdles my blood
To cheese.
The day of my wake
Frightens me not
But the day that I die and
Everyone who ever knew me
Dies too.
What will become of my existence?
Will it be as if I never been?
My lover says Im
A star in the sky
But even the sun
Came of an explosion
And one day its flame will be
Snuffed and explode in a supernova
To become as if it never been.
My presence, my essence
I dream to last forever.
My heart that gave love.
My mind that gave reason.
My eyes that saw beauty
And my hands that
Manifested art.
And if tomorrow
It will be in the days
Of its nonexistence
I might as well
Fade to black!
-Ramses Westbrook-Scott
