Ridges inbed in skin

Would you miss me if I were dead?

Hurt mutually if I bled?

Reminisce of times shared

Would my memorial be remissible upon decay?

I'm forgetable anyway

I'm not a prophet nor a poet

Struggled but lived life to its fullest

In hopes that someday someone might notice

I'm not afraid to live and don't fear death

I'm not scared of being alone

Long since grown numb to the world

My only fear's not being remembered

Or mourned for beyond the grave

Because I'm already fading away

Falling further into nothingness's embrace

There is nothing beyond the grave

The afterlife's not what they say

Stone walls of black and grey

There is nothing beyond the grave

The afterlife's not what they say

Stone walls of black and grey

Embrace nothingness

Embrace nothingness

Embrace