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.