Uncontrolled tears fall from my clouded eyes.

Thunderous rain like tears from the sky.

What will happen when I die?

Is it bad,

Wanting to know the answer?

Some say that,

Just to get attention.

Others,

Because they truly want to know.

Which one am I?

What will happen when we die?

Can someone tell me?

Of course not,

No one has ever died and lived to tell the tale.

Insanity to even think such a thing.

Is it such insanity to want to die?

No one knows the answer.

Lock me away,

Chain me up.

Insanity has conquered me.

My body is its own now...