Thanatos

There's a sense of satisfaction in knowing that you're gone
A sickening feeling of emptiness no longer prolongs
Residing within me, the place you shall be,
A deepening rift that slowly impedes
The ability to know you after death
Humanity deciphers your holy texts
Withering the body to the illiterate
Falsely identifying with ignorance
The word corrupted to bend to the will of Man.