As I'm sucking in stagnant air,
Eye twitches & nostril flares,
I looked at the ceiling, blank stare,
If this is the end of me, would anyone care?
Will I still have a funeral if no one is there?
Did I live my life in the right way?
What would I want to go back & change?
Will there be any demons for me to face?
Where will I be in my final resting place?
Is there life after death? Will I be aware?
When I take my last breath of air,
I hope that I have got someone there,
I'm afraid that I'm going to die with this
cold heart made out of stone,
From living everyday of my life with nobody
that cared & always bein alone.

© W. Helin