Death scares me
though I know it shouldn't,
for when it comes, I'm free,
even when I thought it wouldn't.

Life scares the soul from my body,
because what might be here once I leave?
My mind should boil in water, bubbly and frothy,
for it fends for existence, fighting nail and teeth.

Neutrality, though; it gives me so much fear,
since both of them combined is a certain no-no.
Once I'm gone, it's like I was never there.
Make it so I go extinct, like the infamous dodo.