Are You Afraid of Dying?

I thought you’d never ask-
I’m afraid of the pain
But I can’t comprehend death
What does it mean, simply not being?
It makes no sense;
I can’t make sense of it
To be, then not to be
The lumberyard is still a bunch of trees
My thoughts can live on
In each of these songs
But for how long — for how long?
And it’s still not even me!
A replica of, a loose proximity
And still I keep singing
I never stop singing
Yes, I fear death
I’m so fucking scared —
I don’t want to go…
All my life I assumed I’d never die
I mean, sure, I knew I’d die —
But what’s that even mean?
No one thinks they’re really gonna die