Dust

Maybe there's no lights to run to
And all you've learned
Fades away
Maybe death's a dreamless sleep and if so
Is it alright to be afraid?

Cause the thought of being nothing
Scares me so damn much
The idea of an afterlife
Is my only crutch
Is fear irrational because
We won't be aware
Of the void that swallows us
All without a care?
There are those
Who claim
Death won't leave a mark
And some
Whose last words were
"All I see is dark"

How are we content
When emptiness awaits?
We prepare
But no one escapes

After I'm gone
What will I be?
Picture on a mantle?
Some ash at sea?
What will I leave behind?
Who will know my name?
And how many lives
Will I have changed?