The Non-Sense Poem About Dying
What's dying like?
Do we just fall asleep?
Is it pain free?
Do we sense the soul leaving the body?
Do we even realise we're dead?
Maybe we die every night
And our dreams are the other world
Where nothing makes sense.
If so, are our nightmares hell?
Will we, one day, live in our dreams forever?
(this is very off prompt and silly... long day :( )
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