To fear his cold, rattling breath,

But now he doesn't seem so bad,

When the only thing I feel is sad.

For if I die, then who will care?

The truths of affection all laid bare,

Surely they'd sob and cry and weep,

Until back to routine they'd creep.

So if I die before my time,

Decompose and turn to slime,

Say if you love me, just incase

There's more to death then life erased.