Heatdeath

I'm scared,
Of my demise.
An outline,
With empty eyes.
I try,
To keep my lungs from caving in too deep.
(Isn't it painful?)
I find,
It gets harder to pin my lips and smile.
(Isn't it lovely?)
Our minds are lost in space.
Arms splayed in ugly ways.
The stars,
Burn out their lives down to their tiny cores.
(Isn't it frightening?)
Why try,
To fight against the ebb and flow.
(Isn't it useless?)
No eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind.
No color, sound, no smell, no taste, no touch, no realm of eyes.
No eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind.
No color, sound, no smell, no taste, no touch, no realm of eyes.