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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