Death

I feel the curling fingers of death
wrap around my cold body.
For the last minutes of my life
I don't think.
Why die doing something you hate?

I don't expect to arrive at the
Pearly White Gates or
the Fiery Pits of Hell.
I know my mind will wander
into a field of numbness.

I thought when you die
you couldn't feel.
I feel everything at once.

The pain in my sisters cry
as she finds my dead body.
The sadness in my father's voice
as he calls 911.

This is not what I wanted.
I wanted to disappear
to go away
dissolve into nothing
forever.

Now I feel every kind of pain and sadness
ripping through my skin as they
lower me into the ground.

The cries of my friends and family gouge
deep wounds into my flesh
and I seem to come alive
and slice a few myself.

Come to think of it,
Death is just like living.